Today, I was helping a buddy out. A buddy in which had a string of bad luck, and to make a long story short, needed help getting his 1978 Ford truck to a shop in order to have a breathalyzer machine installed. His shop hand couldn't drive a stick. Since I could, I was nominate to drive it to the shop for him. As we pulled out of the shop, he commented "I hope I tightened the lugnuts." Then, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I tightened them." A few miles up the road would prove otherwise.
I was actually shocked how quickly the lugnuts began flying off, and the wheel came off the hub. Lucky for my buddy (and me) I didn't panic, slowly brought the truck to a stop, and immediately hit the hazards. The shop hand that can't drive a stick made our location with extra lugs and jack. Before long, we were back on our way...all lugs tight.
I told my friend that I was just telling another friend, those Roadkill episodes crack me up, as it seems they can't make a trip without some sort of incapacitating breakdown leaving them stranded at the side of the road. Today, I got a taste of my own Roadkill. It all turned out fine, but it's another story for our resume.
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