It could be asked why I am sitting outside in the garden, updating my blog.
Well. Heres a story. On Tuesday I was driving up State Highway 16 towards Parakai School. I was going to be working with some teachers. Just before Kumeu I hit the largest pothole ever seen in West Auckalnd. I was in a line of traffic, doing the stated speedlimit of 80 kmph and basically had no chance of avoiding the thing. After a bit of unconventionally (yeah right) bad language, I carried on my way up to the school and did my work for the day. At the end of the day I travelled on back home, thinking nothing about the morning’s incident.
On Wednesday I had a number of around town jobs to do so I did those. At the end of the day I put my car away and for some reason checked my front tyre. With horror I saw a huge bulge on the wall of the tyre. More unconventional bad language followed. By this time it was too late to talk to my nice tyre people so that night we travelled over to the North Shore (night out) in SuzyQ, the trusty dependable reliable Suzuki Escudo. The next day (yesterday) I took SuzyQ up to Waioneke for a lovely day with the teachers up at that school. I raced home at high speed, picked up my car and carefully drove to the friendly tyre people. They commiserated with me over the bad luck of hitting the largest West Auckland pothole and fitted a new tyre. They looked at the ones on the back (which are about 40k old and daid that they were fine. I would however need an alignment. I booked that for Monday, handed over my credit card and grumped on home.
Wouldn’t you know it. I went to pick up the boy from his school, looked at the back drivers wheel and there – another *&^%$ bulge. So this morning I paid another visit to the friendly tyre guys. They really commiserated with me this time because I needed to get two more new tyres – you can’t have uneven tyres on a 4-WD. As the bump was still small it was OK to drive around town until the new tyres arrived this arvo.
So, just after lunch my phone rings. Your tyres are here, said the friendly tyre man. I drove straight down and they put the car onto the ramp, jacked her up and undid all the wheel nuts. I went upstairs and caught up with Nicky Watson in their customer lounge – a decent supply of late 2004/ early 2005 Woman’s Weeklies on the table. About 20 minutes later a friendly tyre man came up the stairs and said that the tyre company had sent the wrong *&^%$ tyres. They could get a couple of tyres from New Lynn but that would be a half an hour at least before they arrived. He offered me the use of their work car to go and get some work done. I grabbed my laptop and decided to come home and catch up on my email do a bit of preparation for next week.
I drove into Lincoln Road, up Swanson Road and then it hit me. My keys. In my car. On a ramp. At the friendly tyre place.
So here I am. Sitting in the back garden with about an hour left on my battery. I’ve done my email and sorted next week’s calendar. I’ve read the newspaper. Now I have written a very long blog post (thank goodness for wireless!). And still I am waiting for the friendly tyre guys to ring and tell me that my pride and joy has her wheels re-shod.
Soon please, guys, the sun has moved and it’s a bit chilly …
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