My worst blowout, at least non work-related, was in the 80′s on a Chicago expressway. Roger Penske would have been pleased with my tire changing speed. Several adjacent lanes of maniacal drivers will really keep you focused.
My latest blowout was less dramatic. Me and Mrs. P. were within a couple blocks of returning home on the bikes yesterday, and the rear wheel started thumping. No puncture involved, just wear and tear. So thanks to “The Bike Line” I’m sporting a new tire. And some new grease. “There was a lot of squeaking.” Hmm. I thought it was just me.
I’ve gone hundreds and hundreds of miles on that thing, so I’m not surprised it wore out. (Uh, I’m talking about the tire again.)
Oh, and the worst work-related blowout? Just pick every other job I had in the 80′s. I was, after all, fired four different times. And, I might add, for good reason a couple of those times.
One of my many sins is Pride. I take some perverse pride in pointing out to you the reader that every place where I was “blown out” eventually asked me back. And one of the places, WTPI radio, was “fired” by a new format called 107.9 The Track just a couple of years ago.
P.S.: I fill in at that “new” 107.9 from time to time. I hope to outlast that new bike tire, too.
