I like to take a drive on a sunny day and enjoy the sights and sounds of the road. From the scenery to the gentle purr of the engine or the sounds of the radio, I find a nice drive relaxing.
Last week, while taking a trip, I heard a different and rather unpleasant sound - the hiss of all the air bleeding out of one of my tires. Between that and the rhythmic clank of something solid colliding with the brick street, I pulled my aging automobile off the road and went to investigate.
I soon realized a gift had been left in the street by one of my neighborhood friends for an unsuspecting traveler. There, stuck deep within my rapidly deflating tire, was the blade of a pocket knife. What a wonderful treat.
I'm not sure who would leave a knife with its blade pointed toward the sky in the middle of the street.
Maybe it was some strange accident - someone dropped it and forgot to pick it up.
Or maybe cutting down a tire is someone's idea of fun.
Who knows. What's certain is it wasn't my lucky day.
My misfortune, at least, brought some joy to the AAA guy. He had never seen that happen before and kept the severely damaged knife as a souvenir. At least someone had a good day.
This was my third recent flat tire; some NASCAR drivers have probably had fewer. Apparently I have taken after my grandpa Fred - known by some of his friends as "Flat Tire Freddy." He earned this name after having many, many tires go flat in a short period of time.
I don't really want a nickname. It would just be nice if all of my tires would stay fully inflated for a while. Everyone can help by leaving their sharp objects anywhere but in the path of my car. Thanks in advance.