If One Of My Tires Had To Go Flat...

then it picked a good time and place to happen - sitting in the sunny parking lot at Ariel's school. The only better place would be in the driveway at home. This incident proved that my older, dry-rotted tires are not long for this world. Once my balljoints have been replaced, Tom promised Ariel that he'd buy me some new tires. Now the decision of white-wall vs. black-wall. I think that the white-wall look is much classier, but I'll leave the final decision up to Ariel.