I’ve been going more and more frequently to the gas station lately, not for gas refills but for air. You see, the red car’s left front tire has been deflating faster and faster, even though there seems to be nothing wrong with (at least that’s what it seems like from the outside). I mean, there shouldn’t be anything wrong with it because it’s not even a year old yet.

Anyway, it was not until later this afternoon that andrea and I finally decided to have it checked for holes at the nearest vulcanizing shop. And it’s a good thing we did. Because by the time we got there, the tire was almost completely flat. Apparently, a small nail was lodged in between the threads of the tire which allowing the air to leak out. It must have been there for almost a week already going in deeper and deeper every time the car is used because the interval between each tire-pumping seems to be increasing.

It was small enough to not be seen by untrained eyes even at close inspection. In fact, if it wasn’t for the bubbles produced by the air leaking out of the tire, even the attendant wouldn’t have noticed it too. I told andrea we were lucky to have brought it to the shop immediately, otherwise I couldn’t imagine what kind of hell we’d have to go through if it gave out in the garage.

Anyway, the attendant pulled out the nail, stuck some rubber plaster inside the tire, pressed it against the inside and then started pumping air back into the tire.  After 30 minutes, the tire was fixed and we were back on the road ready to go back home.

Once again, the red car survived another would-be accident and managed to add a new entry to its long list of interesting experiences. It’s just another scar now to the road veteran lancer of ours.