The cure for procrastination
There was a yellow box of some kind in the middle of Indian Canyon Drive on Sunday night, and I hit it square with my front left tire. Almost immediately, the car began pulling left ever so slightly. "I'll go in Monday on my lunch break to have it checked out," I thought to myself at the time.
Fast forward to today - Wednesday - and as Debz and I were heading back from lunch, I said, "My car's still pulling left. I should get that looked at. I hit that thing pretty hard."
No more than two seconds later, I heard a hollow pop, followed by a telltale flapping as the car sunk slightly on the left side. I have no doubt that my car, tired of my empty promises to mend its ailing appendage, pulled the plug on the dying wheel to spur me into action. "Here we go again," the beleaguered Neon surely thought. "It's just like the time we skipped over two scheduled oil changes. I'm not putting up with that shit again."
The Neon, fresh from Midas with a new tire and realignment, is now resting comfortably in the garage. Although it's still friggin' filthy. I'll wash it this weekend...
Posted by Brian at 10:37 PM
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