Of course, everything was sunny when the sun came up. About three and half hours into the trip I had a blowout on the Ohio Turnpike. The ride wasn’t feeling right. First I thought it might have just been the patch of road we were on because parts of it is rather rough. However, even when the road was a bit smoother my SUV was still driving funny. It didn’t quite feel like a flat because when you have a flat the ride is a lot rougher but something still wasn’t right. I was in the left most lane and got over the right shoulder to inspect the tire. It still wasn’t flat really, however, my driver’s side rear tire looked like Freddy Krueger ran his glove along the upper tread and shredded the fuck out of it! The tire was smoking, parts of it appeared to be missing, and driving any further on it wasn’t even an option. *sigh* I told my mom what was going on and we decided to call roadside assistance. In normal circumstances I could’ve changed the tire. Hell, if I absolutely had to then I would’ve but I’m not trying to change a flat on the shoulder of the Ohio Turnpike. Several vehicles had already come a little too close to us and I’ve seen too many stories of people getting hit while on the shoulder due to drivers not paying attention. Nope, let roadside assistance handle it and take the risk. It took about 90 minutes before the tow truck driver finally showed up. Before that we were greeted by an Ohio State Trooper and the Ohio Department of Transportation. Both very friendly and checked up on us but I’d rather have someone changing the tire then asking questions, you know?
The tow truck drive showed up looked at my license plate and said, “Oh man, Michigan?” You see Ohio State & the University of Michigan have a very intense rivalry. LOL. Apparently the state trooper and the OH DOT called a different tow company, even though we told them our person was on the way. The other driver showed up after our tow was about half way through with the job. He looked disappointed and a little pissed but oh well. Ours was free and who knows what the other guy would’ve charged. The spare was a little low on air but the driver said it should get us to the next service area. He couldn’t give us any air because of some policy/agreement/bullshit ass regulation between his company and the insurance company. I’ll definitely be investing in a portable air compressor by this summer at the latest. Outside of getting a flat one of the most stressful things is driving around hoping you can find a gas station or tire place to put some air in your tires. Fortunately, the next service area wasn’t far away and after a few stumbles we figured out the correct tire pressure needed and off we went. The tire didn’t look so hot as it’s been under my truck for six years but it got us to our destination fine. I know, next time I’m definitely going to get an inspection before I leave.
Of course this wasn’t the only car related issue we had on the trip. One of my wipers decided to wear out. I usually change them twice a year or so and they had been replaced about two months ago. I don’t know what’s up but those nasty fucking birds had a blast using my windshield for target practice. The weird thing is that not once but twice on this trip the birds flew close enough to my windshield to almost hit it with their bodies. If I wasn’t concerned about busting my windshield then I would’ve gladly hit those fuckers! Every last one of those flying rat bastards deserve to die.
Ohio wasn’t all awful though, I did manage to finally get a shot glass from Ohio. I always pass by the Football Hall of Fame and it’s always closed when I do. I really need to make an effort to visit there and not just pass through. The rest of the ride was generally uneventful.