Friday, October 23, 2009

On Tires and the Danger They Pose

"Andrew, tire." my mom said calmly. A moment later I drove directly over a tire laying in the road. We had been driving that long highway for hours, and the threat the tire posed would become clearer in the next hour.

It took a while for the back right bumper to fall off and scrape the off ramp's gravel. We duct taped it up as best as we could. A kind man at the Pilot station fixed our lights and pointed us to a garage that might be able to fix our leaking coolant and catch what he missed.

So that's where we sat, in a New Mexican garage, Dallas still a far off dream.

Tonight we'll sleep in Midland, TX. Tomorrow Dallas will be mine.