So last night, I loaded up the Camaro on a flat for it's haul to safe haven to be dismantled for it's driveline donation. After it was all said and done I noticed as the truck was taking off, a duffle bag my wife bought was still in the hatch. I figure "no biggie" I'll just have to remember to grab it out of their the next time I'm at the in laws.
Then I get to thinking, "wonder if I forgot anything else?"
"Nah"
Anywho, yesterday I noticed my Buick's tire was slow leaking again, so told the Misses to throw a couple of pounds in it as I didn't have time to putz around with it before work and it needed gas anyway and I took the van.
This morning i ask, "Is the car all cool on go-go juice and all?' She replies yes. But wouldn't you know I get outside and the tire is completely dead.
"O wel, I'll just get the portable compressor out of the trunk and fill it up and go
"
f#@k no compressor, it's in the back seat of the damn Camaro
Start of a lovely day.
08-10-2006, 10:36 AM
