Subliminal Flat

We got out on time and it took us about an hour to get to the stadium. It usually takes about 10-15 minutes in light traffic.

On the way, a trucker blew his horn at us and flashed his lights. As he passed by he pointed out our rear tire and told us that it was going down, and probably had about 10 lbs in it, but should be closer to 35. We thanked him for pointing it out and waved goodbye. Wow. That would have been unlikely to happen that way back in NYC. I think a lot more swearing would have been involved.

We got off the highway at the stadium and drove a few blocks.

We pulled into a gas station that the BlackBerry had found (and some police officers had confirmed), and filled up the tire. M grabbed this shot, but Crappy D missed the bottom of the tire and just got the shadow of the approaching air hose.