It was quite the trip home

As they said on the radio, Snowpocalypse is so 2011. This is now Snowmaggedon.

Kris and I left work around noonish. It took us about 20 minutes to take that normally 8 minute drive. We stopped at the grocery store to stock up, like everyone else in the world.

Last Saturday, the flat tire warning light appeared, which really is typical when it gets colder. Usually I just need to top them off and we are good to go.

So, as we are putting the groceries into the car, I check on the tires again, and DAMN! That bad boy looks sickly low. We zoom as much as we safely can in these conditions down the block to the gas station to top them bad boys off. Yeah. The rear passenger side has 0 pressure. AND, since the tire is soaking wet, there is no mistaking that strong hiss as I pump it up to 45 psi.

So... We head straight to the tire store, where Nigel once again got to fly. I do not like how much he likes to fly. Looking at him now, even with his back tire off, he is quite plainly comfortable up there on that pedestal.

 

Silly Nigel!  Cars don't really fly!

Turns out there was a small sharp rock that punctured the tire.  Thankfully, there was no charge on the fix.   We finally made it home, safe and sound shortly after 3pm.  The roads... were no problem at all.