Why is it when the weather goes bad that things go bad. When Spencer and I went to lunch this afternoon I noticed that my front passenger tire looked really low. When I got home I checked the pressure in it and it was down to like half what it should be. When I filled it up I could hear the air escaping. The worst part is that I don't know if there is some where here in town that repairs tires. I may have to send it to Wells with Spencer tomorrow... And I forgot that I had groceries in the trunk... good thing it is cold out.
update... I ran over a nail
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