It's clear that Mike and I are made for each other. We both love hikeswith Maxwell, eating ice cream sundaes in bed and we both can't fix anything mechanical to save our lives.
In fact, I think we make the most mechanically dis-inclined pair I know.
Case in point - my new ride got a flat tire on Saturday. There was a screw jabbed into the tread of the tire so perfectly that it seemed like it was on purpose.
Anyway, we went to remove the tire... and spent about an hour trying to pry the wheel off the car. First it was the jack - Mike swore that turning it counter-clockwise would raise the car... yeah ... right. And then after we got it jacked up and the lug nuts came off, we could NOT get the stupid wheel off the car. Seriously.
I was convinced that there was a sixth lug nut in the center of the wheel, behind the "cover" which turned out to actually be the aluminum wheel (see what happens when cheap people get nice things?) and we were trying to pry the aluminum wheel off the tire. Luckily, we didn't damage the beading and have the tire explode in our faces.
Thank goodness for my brother, who I woke up when I called, frantically seeking some sort of "trick" to removing wheels. Turns out, aluminum likes to stick to steel for some reason. "Did you kick the tire?" he asked. Mike kicked the top of the tire really hard and the wheel just fell off the car.
Wow, did we feel stupid. Thanks, bro.
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“Just Give Me Your Lutefisk and Nobody Gets Hurt.” So did you both go to this strange festival or what? Sounds very bizarre!
Jeff got a kick out of the tire story, by the way.
Haha, that's hysterical! I can just see you two standing there staring it at it like it was from another planet or something. Funny!
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