Went to fake and bake (I try and do this everyday). Left and was planning on stopping at Safeway for soda for Mark, felt a "bump" were there shouldn't have been a bump. When I got to the store, I checked my tires, the right rear tire had a big split in the side and was rapidly becoming less round. Drove it home and there it sits in my driveway. Mark is on the westside helping a friend paint his boat (we owe this guy tons of hours of help time, he has helped us do brake, replace some part of the how much fuel you have left indicater, replaced the gas tank on the bike, and everytime he works on one of our vehicles, we get rid of it soon after) and I don't know when he will be back. He is on nights this weekend so I would have his car to use by Friday night, in the meantime, I am stranded.
I don't suppose this would be a good time to learn how to drive the 1800? Wonder if he would mind if I put it down a couple of times? Someone has to do the first major ding.