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im so bored... is it me? or do i just have the bad luck that my characters get froze alot? i wouldnt be surprised i if its my luck though. listen to this. i was driving into town, right, and i go to walmart, with my cousin (Who is living with me now btw.) and when we get out, i start to walk to the doors, when i hear a hissing. so me and my cousin start checking things, suspecting the engine was just making another noise. Nope. its my right front tire. there was a hole in the sidewall.
this begins the first two hours. we call my parents, and let them know whats going on, then we get the tools, and jack, from the engine compartment. its an old, old truck, so their in there. getting them out required a beating on the wingnuts with a wood block to break the rust. getting down, we get under the truck, and prop it up, while i get the spare... or so i think.
I got behind my truck, and got down, looking at the rust, and have my cousin pass me the bar, which i use for leverage to free the rod holding up the spare tire holding bar thing, and cant get it, so my cousin comes back, and kicks it a few times, and it breaks the rust, and we start turning. takes half an hour to get it down far enough, then we bring it around to get at the spare... only to find that the lock, which is on a screw thing, is loose, so its impossible to get the spare without cutting off the screw thing with bolt cutters.
we then proceed to wait for a hour, till my parents get there. my genius dad then begins turning the lock thing, as i tell him its turning the screw thing too. two minutes later, he says that im a moron, and that i wasted my time trying to get it, telling me my problem was that the screw was loose to the point it wouldnt come off. it takes all my self control to keep from screaming at him that i told HIM that, and beating him to death with the prybar thing.
several minutes later, he tells me that the spare is flat too, and i just sigh. of course it was. getting in, he proceeds to drive it, with a little bit of air pressure he got from a man with an air compresser, to a farm store nearby, to help get the tire off. before this, mind you, i told him we would likely have to cut it off with bolt cutters or something.
ten minutes later, after jacking the truck up, and getting the flat off, my dad tells me that we would probably have to cut the tire off with bolt cutters. i almost snap again, and beat him to death. after getting it off, anf changed, and aired up, we finally put everything away, and check the engine oil, only to find it low. sighing, i proceed to get in, before my dad goes on a rant about having already showed me how to change a flat, and i almost snap again. this time, i actually raise the bar, which was in my hand. turning, i put it in the truck, and get in, as my mom arrives with soda from a gasstation down the street. taking one, i open it, and it fizzes up, pouring all over my seat. not phased at this point, since everything else had gone wrong. so i begin to drive to the gas station, and the bar thing that held up the tire comes loose. putting it up, we drive to the station, and use a wratcheting strap my dad had to hold it up. finally, I get to go home. end of ordeal.
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