At some point Tuesday morning on the way to work, I started hearing some flapping sounds from my rear left tire. The faster I went, the faster the flapping. Flap-flap-flap. I thought maybe I ran over some plastic bag or something that wrapped itself or connected to the tire and it was hitting the wheel well. I wasn’t sure what it was.
So it kept flapping. As I stopped at a light, the flap-flap-flap would slow to a crawl and stop with me. I peered into my drivers-side rear-view mirror to see if I could see anything. I told the mirror to move via the little joystick doohicky and that didn’t help.
I looked over to a road neighbor or two on my left hand side to see if anyone noticed anything untoward on my car. Nothing. I stuck out my tongue at them for their non-help.
So I pulled over and looked. I even tried to time the flap-flap….flap such that whatever was flapping would be on top and be visible. I didn’t see anything immediately and so I kept going because, well, I’m impatient sometimes. GET ON TO THE NEXT PARAGRAPH ALREADY!
Once I got to work, I checked more thoroughly and there was some hard round substance right there on the tire. It felt like very hard gum and thought “wow, that’s weird”. So I started picking at it and then realized… “That’s no moon. That’s a Space Station.”
Now that I was coming full-face onto the realization that it was some kind of bolt or nail stuck in my tire, I thanked my lucky stars that the immediate visions I had of the tire exploding right there as I picked at the nail head and the bolt racing to my eyes or throat fortunately did NOT come true. I didn’t even burst a jugular or anything!
So what did I do? I went on with my day. I drove and drove… drove some more… probably drove 40 miles and then went to bed. Ignoring problems frequently pays off in the short-term.
In my dreams…. Flap-flap-flap. Always flapping. Knowing that it’s probably gonna cost a ton of money to replace the tire and you know what? I’m not made of money. So I slept on it some more and went into Lamb’s Tire and Auto the next morning on the way to work.
Fortunately (I’m a lucky person, did you know that?) I had bought Road Hazard on the tires so they fixed it up for free. I was envisioning $200 a tire and you have to buy them in pairs, doncha know, and then they’d find some axle rose problem and I’d need a new trunk stabilizer and of course some “gasket” in the glove box was probably leaking fluid everywhere.
Nope. I got out of there for $28 for the inspection I was overdue on and even got to keep the bolt as a souvenir.
So, wanna see the size of this thing?

What’s the largest thing ever caught in your tire? Got any good flat tire stories I could use next time I need a good excuse, like when I’m trying to say why it took me six months to send Janna the book she won? Or that I could give the other winners I’ve procrastinated on?




















