Time to rant:
Picture This- I am driving home from Sacramento(SB 99) to Lodi, at about 4:17am my back tire starts making a funny noise and it becomes increasingly hard to maintain speed. Low and behold a flat tire, on the drivers side no less. So needless to say I pull off to the side of the freeway, trying to get as far over as I can, so not to be hit by the passing big rigs.
Problem 1. No lights on the side of the freeway.
Problem 2. My hazard lights dont work.(keen time to find this out)
Problem 3. There is a rather large speaker box with 12 inch kicker comps on top of the spare.
I deal with it and continue my business of changing the tire, scared for my life rushing over to the other side of the car everytime a car or big rig passes, making this a very long process. I am finally done, cleaning up, putting the disgraced flat tire in the trunk, putting the speaker box back, blah blah blah, and someone pulls over and says "Do you need help?" I almost went apesh!t.
I am home now, not dead much to the dismay of the passing truckers, and decided to rant out some frustrations on the good ol AT.
Now I think I will fall asleep to nice calming movie like FIGHT CLUB.
Thanks for your concern for my well being.
Picture This- I am driving home from Sacramento(SB 99) to Lodi, at about 4:17am my back tire starts making a funny noise and it becomes increasingly hard to maintain speed. Low and behold a flat tire, on the drivers side no less. So needless to say I pull off to the side of the freeway, trying to get as far over as I can, so not to be hit by the passing big rigs.
Problem 1. No lights on the side of the freeway.
Problem 2. My hazard lights dont work.(keen time to find this out)
Problem 3. There is a rather large speaker box with 12 inch kicker comps on top of the spare.
I deal with it and continue my business of changing the tire, scared for my life rushing over to the other side of the car everytime a car or big rig passes, making this a very long process. I am finally done, cleaning up, putting the disgraced flat tire in the trunk, putting the speaker box back, blah blah blah, and someone pulls over and says "Do you need help?" I almost went apesh!t.
I am home now, not dead much to the dismay of the passing truckers, and decided to rant out some frustrations on the good ol AT.
Now I think I will fall asleep to nice calming movie like FIGHT CLUB.
Thanks for your concern for my well being.