Saturday morning I got in the car in Wal-Mart store, in the dark, and when i moved forward, I put the windows down because the windows were fogged. As I pressed on the gas, a horrid clicking noise started, the faster I went the louder it got. I parked and looked at the tires and saw nothing. I thought, oh no, the back tire has a separated belt and its only a year old as I thought, its only 2 miles home, I will be careful and slow and check it with Bob at home.
Arriving safely, in the garage with 200 dollars worth of purchases, I left them in the car and we inspected it and found this tiny rock had wedged its small end in between the treads and the large end was hitting the pavement each time it turned. it was hot to the touch and worn smooth from the two mile ride.
I had the fretter scenario video player in my head, in high gear and this tiny rock scared me silly, it is only 1/4 inch on one end, 1/2 inch other end.
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YAY! just a rock. It cost me nothing but fright. |
Now for the muttering . Did you know that the majority of men, will not believe a female if she tells them what is wrong with a tire. As in if I told a mechanic that the tire was separated they would not believe me. They think women have no clue about cars. I worked 7 years in automotive as a Service greeter and that was 7 out of 39 married to the mechanic I met and married in Sears Automotive.
Here is proof. Although you only have my word and a sidekick mechanic to prove it.
I was at the ATM depositing a check and a Very Senior Man drove up and parked and was getting out his car. The engine was so hot I could smell it from where I stood, I turned to him and said, its not safe to drive your car, it is overheating, can you smell it? you will not get far, its about to freeze up on you.
You would have thought I stabbed him with a pin.. He was not happy for a young whippersnapper woman telling him something was wrong with his car. If it had been my husband, he would have thanked him. OH WELL. I fantasized all the way home of him stalling in traffic on Manatee Ave and having to wait for a tow truck.
Speaking of Minute Cute Things, I tried to get a photo of this teeny tiny sweet adorable brown anole to show you her tiny feet. I ooohed and ahhed and so did Bob. she was less than 1 and 1/2 inches. Her feet were precious. I found a LINK to a blog that shows one that someone took fantastic photos of her. You can see how precious she was and her little feet on that link.
Lizards and Rocks, all about nature, the fun and the not so fun.
