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Tuesday, January 30, 2001

Three Tires and Good Intentions

Haven't seen a sight quite like I did on the way home tonight. There, cruising down the freeway at the speed limit, was an older Dodge Omni type of vehicle. Nothing terribly strange in that. But what was strange was this object sticking out of the back side of the vehicle: the rear driver's-side tire! It was broken off the axle and protruding at a 45-degree angle from the wheel-well. My jaw was hanging with incredulation. How was this little rust-bucket able to zip down the freeway on only three wheels and remain balanced?! The driver seemed unaware of the fact that he was missing one of his tires, or he was doing a damn good job of pretending. Can't be safe, that's for sure. Of course, that old three-legged dog still manages pretty well.
On the way to work today I inadvertantly coated some fellow in slush from last night's "ice invasion" (according to the weather warnings). Luckily for all of us, the ice didn't much materialize and we just got really wet and sloppy. Anyway, I was driving through the neighborhood and noticed a guy walking around a big van, heading towards the street. Being the polite citizen I am, I thought "hey, I should steer clear so I don't spray this guy with muck." So I moved further right on the street - just as he stepped (not very smartly) into the road - and right into the residual slush left in the middle of the street. Doh! I gave the guy a pretty good bath of soupy snow and ice and water. I didn't mean to - I moved over. But that just made it worse. So, Mister Guy, I apologize for slushing you today. It was an accident.

Posted by Jeremy at 10:50 PM