Yeah, my car is awesome...I just wish I had duct tape, cause that electrical tape isn't going to last.

So yesterday I was on the freeway heading to school, and all of the sudden I hear shouting. I turn to see some random guy in a truck looking at me, shouting and flailing his arms at me. This is while we're both going at least 60, so I couldn't hear a word of what he was shouting. He turned off at the next exit, my exit was coming up soon, so I just chalked it up to crazy. Nevertheless, I kept my eye on the thermostat and all that, nothing appeared to be wrong, I looked in the mirrors, didn't seem to be dragging anything. So I get on campus, and decide to check the outside of the car.

So what do I find? A hook on the side of the car? A gremlin on the wing? Or a flat tire?

Yeah, the back tire had just gone flat, any further to drive and it would have ended badly. So that's what he was shouting about. Thank you random guy in a truck. If not for you my paranoia wouldn't have been in overdrive, and I wouldn't have noticed the flat until I got out of class and it was too late to call for help.

The moral? My poor Serenity is falling apart. I need a new car.