One + 1 = Thr3e

Driving home on Wednesday night after work was just like a normal drive home. I was just about to pull onto the Western Ring Road, had my tunes pumping - I think it was Janet Jackson Rock With U - and heard this weird sound coming from behind me. I turned back, thinking that it was a truck that was riding my arse, like they always do on the roads, but I was wrong.

The sound got louder, and I started to lose control of the steering, so I did what any sensible driver would do, kept driving. Now honestly if you believe that I'm very disappointed at your current views of me! The first thing I did was pull over. Switched on my hazards, and put Janet on pause. Got out of my car, and noticed that my back tyre was smoking, not a good sign. It had blown, so I wasn't a happy chappy.

I then had to sort through my boot to get my spare out, and the jack thing. After a couple of frantic phone calls to the folks, getting a quick refresher in tyre changing, I was right. Had a little trouble loosing the bolts, but thats mainly because I'm weak and have little upper body strength. But after a while, and some helpful hints from mum, it was done.

Now I would have been fine with changing the tyre under normal circumstances, but no, someone out there obviously hates me. It was pouring down, trucks were flying past spraying water all over me, and I was kneeling on the side of a highway. I was also in my adorable work uniform, so the first thing I did was change out of that, seeing I didn't want it to get permanent black marks on it. So I was standing in the rain for about 15 minutes, in a bright yellow singlet and black pants. At least people would have been able to see me. I later found a shirt in my car, and quickly put that on, so I wasn't going to die of pneumonia.

It also crossed my mind what would happen if someone had of pulled over to help. Would my knight in shining armor come to my rescue? Fix my car and then whisk me away in his car to his mansion and then go on a tour around the world in his private yet. Clearly that didn't happen, but a boy can still dream. I wouldn't if someone had of pulled over, would I have politely asked them to leave as I was right, even though clearly for the first fifteen minutes, I looked like a total goose trying to loosen the bolts. I still think I would have asked them to leave.

I think that changing the tyre was my way of proving to myself, that I was actual capable to doing something somewhat 'manly' by myself. So I'm glad I managed to accomplish my goal, even though it took a little bit longer than expected, but still it was raining and I was soaking wet, so give me some credit.