Well, it's been a while since I last posted something on here. Not a whole lot has been happening for me in my life. Just trying to get through the last little bit of school. Only 3 more weeks and I will be a college graduate. I am super excited and soooooooooo very ready for that day. Well, since I'm posting something, I will tell about my scarey incident yesterday on my drive home to St. George from Logan. I had a tire blow out and here is my story (this is from an email that i sent my friend. I didn't want to type it again, so I just copied and pasted it!). Hope you all enjoy my story!
So, there I was driving along, minding my own business and i realize that my car is really not liking going over 70 mph. Well, in my smartness, i decide that it's the alignment and that i will be fine. so as i'm driving along, it gets 10 times worse, so i call my dad to ask him what i should do (i'm in ogden at this point). he says that the tires should probably be balanced and i should do that as soon as i get to a place that i can. i say ok and i decide that i'll be fine til i get to st. george. about 10 minutes later, i hear this THUD THUD THUD screetch screetch THUD THUD kakakakakakakaka and the car is shaking super bad (i hope you enjoyed my sound effects) and I look in my rear view mirror and see smoke coming from the back of my car. I calmly say to myself "oh this is just great!" lol. then i get over to the side of the road, turn my flashers on and get out. i trudge along to the passenger side of the car to find that my rear passenger tire blew out. BADLY! There were about 3 huge holes the size of my fist around the entire tire. Sadly I was so just down to business that I didn't take a picture. So i can't even show anyone the damage that was done. so i start the process of unloading my trunk (cause it's full of all the stuff that i moved home) and got the jack out. While I was getting the car up, a police officer stopped by and said "a flat huh?" and i said "more like a blow out!" lol. totally stated the obvious. made me laugh. well, he was great and way nice, i worked the jack and he changed the tire for me. I knew how to do it (cause my dad made sure that we all learned when we were younger. and cause i think things like that are cool! haha i'm such a nerd!) but I was so grateful that he came along to help me. It went by a whole lot faster. Then i drove to the next exit (which was centerville. about 6 miles up the road from where i was) and went to walmart. i had to buy 2 new tires. it sucked. but i was able to get to st. george safely.
