...so of course in true Harding fashion (i.e., The natural forces of all Harding's lives are controlled by one pervading law...Murphy's...it has its pluses and minuses.), I awoke this frigid morning to a temperature of 4 degrees fahrenheit and two flat tires on my car, two!?! Picture me in my Guinness Stout pajama pants, orange crocs, and sage down coat staring at my rear tires as if dumbfounded. Kathleen had already left for work, I missed my carpooling buddy by 15 or so minutes, and I don't own an air compressor (Idiot!!). I contemplated "working from home", but truth be told I had too much to do today to get away with that. So I slow rolled the car to my mechanic who is thankfully just ~2 miles away and replaced both tires. They probably should have been replaced last March during my inspection when I replaced the front two but my mechanic is a nice guy. So now I'm rolling with two brand spanking new tires on the front and relatively new (i.e., 10-month old tires in the rear). Now all the car needs to be ready for the winter trip (to which I'm sure I'll be requried to drive) is new rear brakes and a new battery. It hasn't been cranking too strong lately and its really, really cold in New Hampshire. Cars are such freaking money pits!!!
Hoping for a fundamental shift in the culture of this country that will allow me to afford a house within a plausible biking distance from work,
Ronaldo
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