I drive with a lead foot regardless of the weather. This hasn’t brought any bad omens upon me in the five or so years that I’ve been driving. Then last Monday I ate it hard as I tried to pass some cars in the left lane of the 5 South.
The storm system going through Southern California last week had drivers going at 50mph on the freeways. A good, safe speed, yet intolerable to me. At the 10/60/5 junction, an extra left lane on the 5 South opens up and I took the opportunity to make my move. Accelerating, I spot a pothole ahead, and go over it with relative ease. But right after, I spot another pothole, and this time my car goes into it with a loud “boom” sound followed by an, “Oh shit,” from me.
“That must have given me a flat,” I think to myself. I let go of the steering wheel, and sure enough my car pulls hard to the left. I flick my blinker on and make my way over to the next exit and pull into the first gas station.
First thing I do: Call mommy. I’m lucky it’s President’s Day and I’m the only member of my family working. Next a call to Triple A (Change a tire in the rain? Yeah, right. We’re paying for Triple A for a reason), where I discover that I’m no longer under the plan, but if my parents call for me it would be perfectly fine. Which leads me to a quick aside to wonder why we even need the whole family under Triple A when it seems just having one person with the service will do fine.
Guy comes, tire changes, and head back home to swap for another car since I can’t go over 50mph on the spare, which is painted a bright yellow color that just screams, “Look at me! I’m a spare tire!”
After this ordeal, I find out that my rim got bent, and is most likely why I got the flat. Order is placed for new rim: $297. Then when I finally get the time to get it put on, I discover the tire has a gash that is unfixable. Order placed for tire: $220.
There goes Chinese New Year. I’m now paranoid of potholes on the road. I feel myself get tense as I see one approach and do my best to swerve around them. Stupid potholes.