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Nick:
Nick here. I don't think what I did would technically
be called snapping. I knew the retread came from our tires.
I didn't buy into this whole "kicked up off the highway" shit.
Jengel knew it too. For some reason, I didn't want to drive into
the middle of the low desert with a bad tire.
That's when I made the very reasonable request to be drive to
the airport. At that point, I was kindly told to go fuck myself
because I didn't know what I was talking about. So we continued
into the desert. Jon and I watched the road for retread this
time. When the sound occured again,w e were able to refute the
claims that the retread came form the road.
We pulled over again to take a look at the tire. Surprise,
surprise, the tire was loosing retread. I'm not the type of guy to
say I told you so. . .oh wait, yes I am.
Based on this "new" information on the tires we turned
around. We made it all the way to Primm. That's where we're at.
I'm not sure what we're doing now. I'm just along for the ride.
A ride sweeter than our own???
Getting some oil in Vegas
Nick, P.S:
O.K. I forgot a minor part of the story. When we turned around
we saw a semi parked on the ride of the road. Jay pulled over to the
side of the road to steal his tires. The general consensus is that
I "fucking freaked out." By this they mean I yelled "What the
fuck are we doing"? My concern was not so much a crazed trucker
killing us all and dumping our mutilated bodies in the desert.
My concern was that we were going to further fuck the tires up.
The right hand side tires are about to come apart anyway (note: it is
the left hand side tires that is losing retread). But anyway. . .
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