So I am sitting here, lamenting the life and times of the right front tire of my car. Today I woke up to find it deflated. Flat, a goner! gone so suddenly and without prior indication. I wonder if a pothole ruthlessly shot it, or a nail took its life away, slowly, breath by breath till it was out of air.
The tire was so beautiful. Black, round and self confident. It took me through many miles of roadtrips and around town. Not to mention the quality time we spent together daily driving to work. The delicious smell of burnt rubber which only a real roadtrip junkie can truly appreciate. Now, poof, just like that. What comes around goes around, until it doesnt anymore. I will change the tire... but can you ever be replaced?
Phewww that felt good... Obituarized it and time to move on! I'll have to do with a donut for now and a new tire will adorn my car any day now. :)
