More adventures with Old Maxine
By TRISHA PHELPS
Mt. Pleasant News
This probably isn’t going to surprise many of you at this point — at least not as much as it surprised me — but I had car problems again.
It all started when I decided to take a trip to Johnson county to see Scott, my boyfriend.
All of the sudden, a light on my dashboard went on saying “low tire.” I was halfway between my starting point and my destination, so I decided to pull into a random farmer’s driveway and check out my tires.
I thought my tires looked fine, but I wanted a second opinion. The farmer noticed I was there and came out to see what I was doing, so I had him take a look too. He agreed that the tires on Ol’ Maxine (my car) were fine, and that he thought the computer in my car might be acting up.
So I continue on my trip and when I got to Scott’s place, had him find the tire pressure gauge and I checked how much air was in my tires. (I wanted to show off that I actually do know a little about cars. I think I might have impressed him.)
Turns out two of my tires were about five pounds low, so Scott got out a hand pump and filled them up for me.
On my return trip to Mt. Pleasant, my car was driving funny, kind of shaking a little, but I ignored it because my old car did it all the time. I assumed eventually all cars did that.
I was wrong.
All of the sudden, I heard a loud noise and something black hit my car and flew up. Then my car was driving really funny, so I pulled over right away. I thought maybe I had hit something.
When I tried to open my door, it wouldn’t budge. Somehow the bottom was dented just enough to make opening the driver side door more of a challenge.
When I finally got it open a few minutes later, I found the cause of my problems. I had blown a tire.
A frantic call to my mother, texts to Scott, three cops and a rescue from my dad and I was back on the road — going much slower than normal with an incredibly attractive spare on my car.
Apparently, blowing a tire is one of those things that can “just happen” which makes me slightly paranoid anytime I think my car is acting up. I guess I just have to get over that.
Luckily no one was hurt, my dad was around to save me and all I needed was a new tire. Things could have been much worse.
Hopefully this is the last column about my car problems you will be reading in a long time.