It’s been an interesting day. I am alive and in once piece, but I could go with less excitement for a few months at least.
On my way to work yesterday, I dropped my rear passenger wheel off one of our more precipitous curbs and popped a tire. So, called Mr. Tire to come in first thing this morning and replace two tires, put them in the front, pick the two best ones of the old tires, and put them in the back.
When I was leaving for Mr. Tire this morning, as I was coming down the driveway, my breaks suddenly refused to work. I have no idea what happened. Our driveway is a driveway equivalent of Mount Everest. It works really well as a rollercoaster. There was another car coming. Fortunately, it got out of the way and far enough down the road – because I could not stop. I had my hands full with the steering wheel and couldn’t get to the emergency break. I was afraid I would go flying into the creek across the road. So, I turned a bit too tightly out of the driveway, clipped the mail box, and sliced off my passenger side mirror. The breaks did come back, and I was able to get to Mr. Tire and get my tires replaced and breaks checked. They didn’t find anything wrong. Still not sure what caused this – it was very weird. But now I have to figure out how to replace that mirror. Never a boring day!
The really interesting thing was - WHILE it was happening I wasn't really scared. I was ANGRY. I was hulking for real and swearing in two languages.