So here I was, getting up quite early on a Saturday morning. I was going to get new tires for my trusty steed. I shopped online for the best price, which turned out to be Wal-Mart. Really good jobs that’ll last 80K miles. They don’t even carry them in the frickin’ store. I have to wait a few days for them to come in. Ugh! I think my tires still have some life in them, but not much. Hopefully they’ll last the few days (up to a week!) it’ll take 😛

On the plus side, it was a really good deal. Mind you, it was without labor and everything, but the tires themselves were a good price.

First new set of tires. Cars grow up so fast *sniffle*

Mind you it’s hearsay, but disturbing hearsay nevertheless.

http://www.breitbart.tv/html/2042.html

So much for Freedom of Speech, eh? It’s being whittled away a fraction at a time. That’s the best way to take it all away from us, in itty bits so “we won’t notice.” All for the “common good” 😛

I really hope that bitch doesn’t become president 😛

So, back in the 50s, there was a mad dash to build personal nuclear shelters in the event of a nuclear attack from the Soviet Union. People built them to stay for months or years as the radioactivity outside would dissipate.

In 1957 in Tulsa, OK, a Plymouth Belvedere was buried in one of these shelters (well, a concrete sarcophagus that can withstand such attack), as a time capsule to the future. Included in the car was a 5 gallon can of leaded gasoline (a lotta good that does now), rusted cans of Schlitz beer, and the “typical” contents of a woman’s handbag.

Long story short, they pulled the vehicle from the shelter to find that the shelter had been long since flooded; the car was a rusted hulk.

Now, if only they had buried it in Cheyenne Mountain or something 😛

So, my folks and I went to a Cubs/Braves game in Atlanta this weekend. The game was alright, though the poor Cubbies got smacked 9-5. It was fun, anyway, especially since there were a great number of Cubs fans there.

After the game, we started back to the hotel–we actually left early in the 8th, so that we’d miss some of the traffic. We were able to park just outside of Turner Field. It was a real rip-off, IMHO, for $30. The bigger rip-off was how some glass ripped off the tire on the way out–fragments of a beer bottle were apparently in our path. When we got to the road, people were pointing out we had a leak. You could hear the air, screaming to get out of the tire.

For an hour-and-a-half, we waited for traffic to die down and for the Atlanta police to open the road back up so that AAA could finally get there. In the meantime, some of the parking attendants helped to put a spare on. I think we finally got back to the hotel shortly after midnight.

Now, I guess we have to get a new tire. Fat chance in the South on a Sunday, even if it is Atlanta. I’m pessimistic about the chances 😛