“Outta’ My Mind on a Saturday Moanin’ ”
Someone once said, “Mondays are the potholes of life.”
They weren’t kidding.
A funny thing happened to me on the way to my early morning radio show this past Monday.
Actually, it wasn’t at all funny at the time.
I repeated what I have done before, along with many others in our area who travel hundreds of miles each week.
I hit a pothole.
A bone-jarring, tooth-chipping monster crater that makes you hope the inevitable is NOT coming, that it just SOUNDED like a massive blowout.
Then, as the car starts to seem to pull to the left, you hope it’s your overly fertile imagination and not reality. By the time you start to hear an unnatural rhythmic “thump” below you, and you realize it’s too consistent to be just the bad roadway you are on, you are looking for a safe escape route from the expressway that has just cost you another tire.
Southbound on I-75, I made my way to the Rochester Road exit in search of an open gas station at 4:45 am.
No such luck.
I drove into a not-yet-open-for-business station to assess the damage and change my tire.
I was not prepared for what I saw when I got out of the car to get the jack and the fake spare out of the trunk.
Not one, but two flat tires.
My first “twofer.”
The drivers side front AND rear tires flat as a pancake.
Being the son of an insurance man and general over-all worrier, better to be prepared kind-of-guy, I have a roadside AND emergency travel kit in my trunk.
What I don’t have are TWO spare tires.
Thank goodness Steve Courtney, Ann Thomas and Brian Morton “held down the fort” and got my radio show going, and thanks to all of the listeners who, hearing my plight on the air came by to offer help, and to AAA Michigan for once again making me glad I’ve been a member for years.
Paul W. Smith is host of The Paul W. Smith Show on WJR-AM (760) from 5:30-9 a.m. Monday-Friday.