After having two tires blow out on me about a month back, the curse is catching up to me. While cruising through a neighborhood last night I was met with the side of another driver's car who barely missed me, caused me to slide (hit a wet patch in the road, and over-corrected), and hit the curb. It was a neighborhood street so I had minimal space to react, so hitting the curb was my only option since I missed my chance to hit him. Anyway, I hopped to curb popping both my passenger side tires and nearly flattening my driver-side tires.
Because of the impeccable timing (after I got off work, so around 2) I was not in a position to go out and get new tires. So today my friend Nick was too busy to help me get new tires (school and then work immediately after), Mark had to pick up his Dad from the airport (sorry excuse, imo, because last time I checked it doesn't take 8 hours to pick someone up from the airport... I've done it plenty of times >.>), and everyone else who said they'd help me stood me up and made excuses at the last minute.
Needless to say it was a frustrating day! With work at 5pm, my friend Shane picked me up from my house at 2:45 to go grab the wheels off my car. It's a bit scary driving away from your car while the whole passenger side is being held up on jacks. We tugged the wheels about 10-15mi away to the only tire shop around (we're in Dallas.. theres plenty
of tire shops around) that carried 15" tires.
By the time we took the tires off, and got up to the shop it was 3:15 and my friend had work at 4. As much of a help he was, he left me at the shop for fear of being late for work. I had to pull teeth to get a ride from there back to my car in order to throw the tires on, fill up the others, get ready for work, and be there by 5. Well, that didn't happen.
At 4:10 my ride had arrived to pick me and my two tires up. The long drive through traffic and school zones left TOA to my car at 4:40, which was no time at all to throw the tires back on, fill them up, get ready for work, and make it to work. I called in for the third time to update my boss that I wouldn't be there until 5:30. Thankfully my boss likes me, unlike the rest of the whole entire staff (practically), and he was very understanding.
When it was all said and done somehow I arrived at 5:45 to work, made $35 on tips at $4.45/hr, so I didn't even go positive for what I paid for the new tires and everything...
On top of that, I think I cracked the front passenger-side cv-joint, and my alignment is way the hell off (try driving straight when your steering wheel is tilted 45* right XD ).
My life is awesome in every way.stfu, Southerland, your life sucks.