Just a quick update here. At around 10am I figured I should put my old wheels on so that I can drive around today. I went out to the garage and started jacking up the car.
Then I realized that the tire isn't deflated anymore. Here's a recap :
1. Tire goes totally flat a block from my house
2. I spend 20 minutes filling it up and getting it to around 25psi
3. I pull into a supermarket and by the time I'm done buying a pizza of death, it's totally deflated again.
4. I drive to the nearby gas station and fill it up to 30psi
5. I drive home and it looks to be lower than at the gas station and is still making a hissing noise.
7. This morning it is at 30psi and looks fine.
My best guess is that 6 is "Midget ninjas replace tire, fill it up, slay my enemies, and then hide in the woodwork to watch my look of surprise when the tire is fine".
So now I don't know what to do. I kinda want my old tires back because the ride is so much smoother and they never go flat. Also I have 5 of those, but only 4 of my 19" ones. On the rare occasion that something goes wrong with my tires (*cough*), it's nice to have a spare. The 19" wheels are also worth a lot of money, so I could sell them.
On the other hand, the 19" wheels make the ladies swoon [note: this is a totally unverified claim], the tires on them are apparently monitored by ninja midgets, and choosing to keep these wheels means that I don't have to do anything right now. The car really does look better with them, though.
Unfortunately all of the pros for putting the old tires on are legitimate, whereas I made up every single one of the claims for the bigger wheels. I guess that means it's garage time. :( Goodbye big shiny wheels! If my car was clean I would take pictures, but it's not. It's filthy. Ooh! I will wash my car today too. Then I will show you pictures of the old wheels.
I'm glad you backed down on the "make the ladies swoon" comment. Otherwise, I would've had to call you out on it. Although I suppose 19" wheels might impress *some* gals, if you're truly in the market for a high-quality chickie (read: intelligent), you're not likely to catch her with those pimpin' wheels. Quite the contrary. We generally laugh, or want to cry, depending upon our mood at the time, when we see otherwise nice guys wasting time and money on 'pimping their ride.'
Are you sure you weren't just hallucinating from the "pizza of death" and maybe the tire never deflated the second time?
Maybe they gave you Cambodian pizza and you just didn't realize?? That would do it.
Before taking pictures of your car, make sure to take that pillow out of the back seat; it's kind of girly looking. All the fine ladies will suddenly doubt your (previously undeniable) manliness...
One of the great things about being polyphasic is that my friends are on awful sleep schedules. Some of them stay up until 7am, others wake up at 7am, so at any given time there's a good chance that I have awake friends.
This morning at 7am Hayden calls and asks if I want to do yoga with him. Of course I do. This is the hot yoga, "Bikram", which literally translated means "the most severe torture known to man that somehow hotties can handle".
I hop in my car and head to his place. Hmm. The ride seems a little rough. Not to get too sidetracked, but I thought it would be really cool if I bought 19" rims instead of the stock 16" rims. It looks fantastic, but these stupid wheels have given me nothing but trouble. Literally every single one has gone flat, they have damaged my brakes, etc.
Life would be great if I only knew the lesson of an event before the event. If I knew that my wife would be angry when I complained about Disney food, then I just wouldn't voice those opinions operatically. What I'm finally seeing is that life's lessons happen all the time, we just need to see them.
Two experiences, one yesterday and one fifteen years ago reminded me of this. First the more recent one. While sitting in the gymnastics waiting room earlier this week I was talking about books with one of the other parents there. She was well read in different areas of fiction and I found myself noting book after book. She had me excited to read and that night I logged onto my Amazon.com account and nearly ordered some of the Kindle copies - because she read them on her Kindle.
At the start of the year I decided to limit my book purchases and except for a pair of un-regrettable slip-ups, I haven't missed having the books. Her hour long influence on me almost led me to buy a book. She didn't make me do anything but our conversation had shifted my framing of the world, from my goal to her norm.
The second episode I thought of was in a driver's education class. In this class - which taught me more about talking to girls than driving - the students would talk about what kind of cars we thought were cool. We pined away in our wood-paneled station wagons. One night the conversation turned to luxury cars and I declared that my luxury car of choice was clear, the Pontiac Bonneville
[caption id="" align="alignleft" width="320"] The Pontiac Bonneville[/caption]