The Ride Home...

This may appear to be just an ordinary flat tire, but I can assure you it is not. While slowing down for one of the traffic circles on our way home from Michaux, Fitzy and I felt my truck bucking and making some loud noise. Fitz though someone rear ended us but there was no one behind us. As soon as I could I stopped and got out to look thing over. I saw that I had a flat. I quickly called Matt and let him know, so he wouldn't take off, then I started to change the tire. I was getting the jack set up while my boy Fitz worked on my lug nuts. Fitz said " Dude this doesn't look right, something is wrong here" After I fought with the flimsy ass jack that comes with the truck and we got the tire off I noticed he was right. The inside of my wheel was cracked in 3 places. I'm thinking how the fuck did that happen. Then we noticed the brake caliper was missing a bolt and must have flew up into the wheel. Not to mention the hoist mechanism that holds the spare tire was fucked up as well, so I couldn't get the spare down.

I now realized I wasn't driving home, Matt and L Webb went to call the tow truck while the rest of us waited. My truck was towed to the closest Chevy dealer for a reasonable price. The dealer fixed my brake, and got my spare put on for a reasonable price. Now came the bitch part of it all. Tuesday night Rachael had to drive me the 2 hours to pick up my truck then we had to drive back home.

I lucked onto a replacement wheel on ebay, so now I just have to get 2 new tires and a new spare hoist and I will be as good as new. All I can say now is Thank God It's Friday.

Buddy