December 4, 2007
Not so much like a jughead, but a complete lug head. That’s me.
“Why?” you might ask if you were nice and friendly. I would respond with, “I am a lug head because I was smart enough to fill my little car to the roof with tires and wheels and assorted mechanical car stuff in an effort to get the tiny car serviced today in scenic New Hampshire. AND the only thing I forgot to pack were the lug nuts.”
If you’re new to the planet or have never had a flat tire, the lug nuts are the little round things that hold wheels and subsequently tires, onto your axle and onto your car. Without them, it’s quite difficult to drive a car unless you’re in Back to the Future and you’re driving a car on railroad tracks.
When I mentioned the fact that I had forgotten the lug nuts to the kind guy at NTB, he looked at me like I had three heads. Far be it for a tire and wheel store to carry some extra lug nuts.
So I will trek northward again tomorrow at O-DARK-HUNDRED to meet up with Jeremy at 7AM to get my wheels swapped out for winter.
By the way, the only reason I’m doing this in such a frantic way (the swapping of wheels, not the inane blogging) is because when we had the storm on Monday I nearly ended up sliding from route 128 all the way down to Tuscaloosa because the performance tires I have on the Scion right now are ill equipped to function in the snow and ice.
Needless to say, this whole ordeal has tired me out.
More to come…