{"id":1242,"date":"2007-07-26T20:43:03","date_gmt":"2007-07-27T00:43:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.net\/?p=1242"},"modified":"2007-07-26T20:43:03","modified_gmt":"2007-07-27T00:43:03","slug":"on-blowouts","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=1242","title":{"rendered":"On Blowouts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Add this to the list of things I would have been perfectly content to have <i>never<\/i> experienced in my life&mdash;a tire blowing out on the Baltimore Beltway at seventy miles per hour.<\/p>\n<p>It was about 8:30.  I was a little past the I-795 merge when I noticed several things.<\/p>\n<p>One, the Beetle was <i>rattling<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>Two, my speed dropped.<\/p>\n<p>Three, something smelled like it was <i>burning<\/i>.<\/p>\n<p>Was I dragging something?  I couldn&#8217;t tell.  I turned the radio off, to get a better feel for the <i>sounds<\/i> of the Beetle.<\/p>\n<p>A van pulled up beside me.  The driver tried to flag my attention.  I rolled down my window.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;ve blown a tire!&#8221; he shouted at me.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thanks!&#8221; I shouted back.  And then I got the fuck off the road.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a span along the inner loop of the Beltway where the shoulders are about two cars wide.  Fortunately, that&#8217;s exactly where I was.<\/p>\n<p>I got out of the car.  The driver in the van, he&#8217;d pulled up to my passenger side when he flagged me down.  I expected to see the passenger side rear tire blown.  No, that one was fine.<\/p>\n<p>It was the driver side tire that was gone.<\/p>\n<p>And when I say gone, I mean <i>gone<\/i>.  There was <i>nothing<\/i> left.<\/p>\n<p>I popped the trunk, pulled out the spare tire (which in a Beetle is a full-sized tire, not one of those donut things), and set about changing the tire.  I&#8217;m not sure why there were so many pennies there in the bottom of the boot around the tire&mdash;methinks I pocketed a good twenty-five cents.<\/p>\n<p>So excited was I to use the jack that I stupidly lifted the Beetle off the ground without getting the rim of the blown tire off.  I discovered <i>very<\/i> quickly that, no, it&#8217;s impossible to get lugnuts off when the tire&#8217;s not resting on the ground.<\/p>\n<p>Then I couldn&#8217;t remember.  Left or right?  &#8220;Right-y, tight-y.  Left-y, loose-y.&#8221;  Yes, that worked.<\/p>\n<p>All told it took ten minutes, but I got the spare put back on.<\/p>\n<p>Blown tire.  Wow.<\/p>\n<p>And then I&#8217;d made an unfortunately discovery.<\/p>\n<p>In changing the tire, I&#8217;d smashed my sunglasses.  Why, oh why, hadn&#8217;t I left them in the passenger cabin?  How could I have been so <i>foolish<\/i>?<\/p>\n<p>So not only did I blow a tire, but I&#8217;d blown my sunglasses, too.<\/p>\n<p>My sunglasses!  My companion through many adventures!  Gone.  Snuffed out.  Just like that.<\/p>\n<p>What a way to start the day. :\/<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Add this to the list of things I would have been perfectly content to have never experienced in my life&mdash;a tire blowing out on the Baltimore Beltway at seventy miles per hour. It was about 8:30. I was a little past the I-795 merge when I noticed several things. One, the Beetle was rattling. Two,<a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=1242\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">&#8220;On Blowouts&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[114],"tags":[359,4093],"class_list":["post-1242","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-asides","tag-beetle","tag-life","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1242","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1242"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1242\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1242"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1242"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1242"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}