Flat Tire

I really want to post 365 times this year, so you're going to have to forgive me in advance, since I'm apologizing in advance.  I'm going to post a ton of ridiculous crap to make my goal.  I believe in making goals, like an incredibly OCD person believes in stepping over the first sidewalk crack with his left foot and the next sidewalk crack with my right.  Oops, did I just give myself away?  The point is I decided to do it, and so now I don't have a choice.  Now matter how long the sidewalk is, or how impatient you look.

Here are some pictures of the day we got a flat tire.  I was BOUND AND DETERMINED that I was going to change that tire, but Nicole rightly pointed out that since I had never changed a tire, and since we blew the tire directly in front of the tire changing center we should probably have the experts look at it.  I reluctantly agreed, and they did. 

We went straight inside and got beers.  How stressful.

Here's the big hole.  How the heck?

The nice man put the spare on and gave Nicole a free new spare and only asked for a tip.  We told him, "here's a tip: don't stare straight at the sun", and sped off.  Just kidding.