Spinning Tires Out of Place
One evening driving home from a college I attended because I had no idea what else to do with my life my tire blew out from under me. Traveling under an overpass, I steered the flattened side of the car towards a side street, crouching over my steering wheel like a wounded animal seeking comfort. My tire burst. I was the one hurting.
I pulled down a side street into a commercial area. I parked in what I later found out, was a commerical lot. Someone owned the place. It was a private lot. I found out it was a private lot, because when I tried to remove my flat tire myself, my car hit the pavement.
The bang from removing my own tire was loud enough to alert a person in the commercial building to come out and complain to me about removing the tire in their commercial lot. That’s how I found out where I was. Someone walked up to me after I made a big mistake, I was lost, didn’t know what I was doing, didn’t have the right tools to change my tire, and then, my car flattened itself out on the commercial lot.
My car flattened itself out on a commericial lot because I got the tire off the car. See, I removed the bolts off the flat tire. I couldn’t get the tire off the car, so I thought, how about, spinning it? Give the car a little gas. Then the wheel would spin off.
And it worked. The flat tire spun off my car, and to my surprise, the flat tire rolled straight across the road in a straight line, going into the distance and disappearing into memory.
I’m glad no cars or people got hit by that rogue tire. I sat there for a moment after my tire spun off my car, boggled at my own stupidity as well as basking in the amusement created by the spun off tire.
That’s when, lured by the sound, a commercial person came from the commercial building and told me that this was their lot, and they would have to pay for any damage my flattened car caused to their lot. I sat there for awhile afterwards.
Cell phones existed back then. I didn’t own one. I eventually pieced together a master plan to escape my tipped over car— I’d go into the commercial building, ask to use their landline to call a car towing service, and use their yellow pages to find out a number for the car towing service.
I’m lucky I had enough courage to ask them, and I’m lucky they had a yellow pages. A car towing truck arrived, and a fat guy who had a gigantic ass crack showing out of his pants got the spare tire I had in my trunk onto my car.
I remember waiting for the tow truck to come. I felt so exhausted. So done. I felt like I tried everything, and I was lost. I spun out myself, spun out all my efforts. I was like that tire that I spun off my wheel. I felt spun out of my place.