A Tiring Adventure
This morning my car greeted me with
one of those mysterious dashboard icons
Not the submarine icon
Not the "left your headlights on" icon
not even the "better get gas now!" reminder.
It was that squished bubble with exclamation point proclaiming tire trouble
perhaps a pothole, nail, or rock creating an escape of air
a warning to hit the air pump as soon as safely possible.
Three tires were fine, but the last one was
a pancaked rubber circle, wheel cover almost touching the ground
suddenly I was aware
that in all my years of driving
I had never had a flat.
Now my dad had made sure that could I change a tire on the side of the road
but the air pump gave me some time to get to tires 'r us
to find out, yes, a nail, but also
dry rot on all four tires.
Low mileage works for some things, but years account for more, as now I sit here
writing about how a nail in a tire
became four new tires
and a ride down memory lane.
©Noreen Braman
