... I just ran over a nail leaving my house. The biggest nail in the world. You have no idea how irritating this is right now. I want to break something.

 

I feel your pain. Thats gotta be the worst next to seeing bird $h!t on your car or raining after washing it.

 

Bites. Pics?

 

I threw the nail into the neighbors yard, I hope they step on it to ease my frustration. I just fixed it.

Let me tell you the story of how this went down!
Well, I was hungry and wanted something to eat after my lovely nap I took today after work. I worked 9-6 today and took a nice ass 4 hour nap and woke up with the oh so I want some Wendy's urge. I call my friend Sauer and ask him if he's at work. He says yes! SUCCESS! I asked if the lobby was closed and he just told me he would let me in. . . I happily prance down the stairs like a homo with a lolly pop with the excitement of free Wendy's tonight. I get in my car, turn the key let the fuel pump fill the lines. Press my lovely start button and let the car sit for 30 or so seconds as I listen to the supercharger purr, put it into reverse and go. I get out the drive way with ease, didn't even scrap the bumper today. YAY me. . .

I get 3 houses down, here comes the 4th and all of a sudden I hear the horrid sound of a wobble tire? Something break?!?!?! My brand new set of buddy clubs break a seal? WTF is it. . . ? It's a nail, a giant nail. A ridiculous sized nail about the length of my middle finger. I put it into reverse as fast as I could and pulled right back into the drive way. Put it on the jack as fast as I could so nothing else could go wrong with the tire. I got the nail out, smacking my elbow on the concrete a few times are the vise grips slipped off the nail. Adding irritation my already enraged self. I call my boy Brandon and ask him where his car keys are.
Upstairs? Ok, . . . Car don't start.
WTF!!!
Call the woman, she comes to the rescue. Good thing, Headed to Wal-mart got the plug. Plugged the hole. Filled with air.

So, original plot:
Free Wendy's at First colonial and some nice boosted S2000 fun.

New plot with an added nail:
13.67 Tire plug kit and my fustrated ass didn't feel like driving to First Colonial anymore so I just went to Tiffany Lane Wendy's and spent 9 more dollars on the woman and I.

B U L L S H ! T

 

I had a puncture last week too and the belts got torn really bad. A half threaded bolt about 8mm X 12mm with a nut at the end went through the tire. Just got a replacement mounted today. Sucks I only put 1,500 miles on the new set, which made me regret not getting the road hazard program thru TireRack.

 

that was a very descriptive story. well written! sorry to hear, Justin. i'd be pissed

perhaps if you were driving to meet me near fredericksburg or something...

 

lol, with an oil pan right?