I had every intention of attending the WWII shoot up in Kansas last Saturday — I was even bringing New Wife along to meet people — when somewhere along the interstate north I managed to drive over a discarded 18-wheeler’s tire tread, and I mean the entire tread, lying on its side and looking for all the world like a tire. No time to avoid it — I was looking back for oncoming traffic as I came onto the highway* — and only saw the fucking thing when it was about twenty feet away.
THUMP-THUMP-THUMPETY-THUMP-THUMP FUCKING HELL
Bloody thing did a number on the underside of the Tiguan (fortunately, not the engine, at least, I don’t think so as no warning lights came on), and tore off parts of both front-wheel wells.
So much for that car trip. Ignoring the horrible scraping sound from underneath, I limped off the interstate and managed to get to a mechanic shop. They cut off most of the draggy parts, but then recommended I not drive the thing.
And here I sit, waiting for the insurance guy to look at it and write me a check.
My apologies to all for my non-attendance, but there it is.
*Texas drivers will not yield to nor even slow down for cars entering the freeway in case they lose their God-given place in the traffic, so it’s vital to look back to see that someone isn’t coming up on you at speed.