After a fun time at my in-laws, we traveled down to Warner Robins to visit my side of the family for a couple days. However, as we were approaching mile marker 186, shortly after Exit 185 ("to Gray"), I had to hang up on my dad because an awful noise and rumbling scared us to death. Apparantly, after 5 years, all tires are considered "in need of being replaced" because the body of the tire (i.e. not the tread) is cracked and will separate on Georgia pavement where the temperatures reach up to 130 degrees. Our tire had unraveled and we could see pieces of it flying off behind us along I-75. I was so focused on getting the tire changed, I didn't even realize that Joanna had taken pictures of me until I was looking through our pictures later that night. We ended up getting a nice new set of tires and a speeding ticket on our way back up to Kentucky (FYI: I-75/I-40 in Knoxville is 55, not 65). First speeding ticket ever! What a fun driving experience.
5 comments:
The fact that you got your first speeding ticket at 29 is amazing. At 27, I think my total is 5.
Man! When you shread a tire you really go at it! I had a flat recently but mine was just a small whole. Well played sir, well played
Not to throw my man under the bus or anything but you and Kevin can start the speeding tickets in Knoxville club. It should be really cool! You can ask Cavender about it. She can tell you all the details of Dada getting a green paper from the policeman for going too fast!
you should mount that tire on your living room wall...your wife will love it :)
Yeah - tires are kinda important there, Danny Boy. I am very paranoid about mine. I am always checking the air pressure, examining them real close, etc. Whenever I hit a bump, I always think I've blow the thing. Such is life. It was good seeing y'all the other week. I hope all is well in KY.
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