9th
January
2023
Ignoring the idiot lights
There is a carefully measured balance between the rubber and the road. Or, more precisely, the air inside that rubber. Tires. I learned, early, that a flat tire was highly inconvenient. I didn’t own a bacycle, bufamily next door had a loaner Mustang. I would wheel my steed down to the garage on the other corner, pump things up until the little bell would ring, and then head out on the trails. Literally. Once I learned that a flat tire could be repaired with an afternoon of tool play, I would try to keep that loaner in better mechanical shape (so they would stop blaming me for the recurring flats). Part of my life experience.
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