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Gloria, Potholes and Tim (Part 2)

I got a bit tired last night and kind of wrapped up the story a bit too quickly. Sorry about that!! While in Chi-Town, Tim and I were kind of sick but stayed heavily drugged so it's quite amazing to wake up and actually read to myself about what what I did. I am still in recovery. Please be patient as you always are with me...

Tim got a quick snap of me while in the beginning stages of my high. Enjoy....

Back to Saturday morning...
WE are en route to Frank Wright's crib and Tim leans over to ask,
{Mistake #1}
"Weren't we supposed to exit somewhere back there?"
"Hmmm...dunno" *Glances at TomTom... *

We were going to try and get off at the very next exit but it was about 2 lanes over. So as we were gracefully gliding over...BOOM!!!
"Whoa Shit! "

Then that awful clicking noise began....click-click-click-click-click-click-click. I didn't think much of it because my piece of shit car always made that sound from a prior accident. Tim glances over at me looking concerned about that sound and I carelessly go "OH my car makes that sound all the time"{ Mistake #2}

About a half a second AFTER i said that, the damned thing began to do wheelies. People thought we had just had a kickass hydraulic system! It was so scary. We bounced up and down and all around to the side of the road. TIm gets out to check thinking perhaps we had a blowout. Didn't see a damned thing wrong. Got back in the car, and the sound is TWICE as bad and the car is shaking like crazy. The best thing to do was for Captain Sulu to land the ship safely somewhere so we bounced all the way to Oak Park Hospital parking lot. Tim gets out, checks the car. Sees the problem. Bent rod.

In the most heroic words, my Tim utters.. "We've got to get this thing to a shop" Ahh such poetry...
Luckily we were along Harlem Avenue which had shops for miles. So we were going to coast to the nearest one.

{Mistake #3} click-click-click-click-click-KLANK!-KLANK!- FUCKIN KLANK!! STOP THIS CAR ,YOU IDIOT!- BOOM!!
Tim gets out again, walks over, and out of pure insanity goes into laughter. I'm staring at him concerned wondering if I should escort him to the hospital behind us...and he goes,"Baby, you've got to get the camera, and come see this..."
This is NOT a picture of me fixing a tire...this is a picture of a wounded wheel. The bolts were literally SHEARED off from the impact. I LOVE CHICAGO.