The other day I go out to my garage and find that at some point overnight my front left tire went flat. Great! Luckily I was off that day and didn’t really have anything to do. Anyways, I got the spare and the jack out and then grabbed the manual. The first step was to get the hub cab off. It was nice of Dodge to provide me with a suitable pry bar (AKA jack handle). It was not nice of Dodge to attach so well my hub cap which took 15 min of prying to get off. After that it was pretty much straight forward. NOPE! I spent another 10 minutes trying to figure out if what I was looking at was the jack spot on the rocker panels.

At this point I digress. First of all I figure if I was going to be doing this I might as well whip out my enormously handy iPod and listen to some tunes. It was really the only thing that saved me. By the time I got 1 or 2 of the lugnuts off, I was sweatting like crazy. Stuffed in a garage and it’s 94 damn degrees out. It was probably 175 degrees in the garage.

Finally, I got the spare on. At this point a bit of panic set in realizing it’s 7PM on a Sunday. No car place is going to be open to get this fixed right now. It bugged me the rest of the night. Things turned out ok though. I made it to work ok the next day. I still haven’t gotten it fixed yet because I work until 8:15 at night and I don’t usually get up before 10. Tomorrow morning, I intend to get up a bit early and see about getting it fixed.

Man, sometimes cars can be a pain in the ass. Sometimes I wish I didn’t even have one. There are worse things in the world though.