That Giant Sucking Sound is a sigh of relief. I wasnít sure what I would find when I opened the garage door this morning to run my daily errands. My left front tire had been looking low (to me) for more than a week, and I was afraid it might be completely flat by today. The only reason I hadnít done something about it already was that I had a similar experience a few years ago, thinking a tire looked low, and everyone I asked about it acted as if I were crazy. Not wanting to be thought crazy is one of the governing principles of my social interactions.
The tire still looked low (to me) this morning, so I took it to the nearest gas station and filled it with air. Thatís about the most mechanical thing I do, and Iím not even very good at that. The gauge seemed to be stuck, so I wasnít sure how much air I was putting in the tire. In fact, from the look of it, I wasnít sure I was getting any air in at all, but it cost me 75 cents to use the stationís pump, so I was going to get my moneyís worth.
It felt better, driving away from the gas station, and when I parked in front of the post office I had a look. Plenty of air. Too much, maybe, but if itís really losing air, a little extra probably isnít going to do any harm. Most likely, I wonít be driving any more until Monday. If it looks low again by then, Iíll start to worry again. Thatís how I roll.