So the camaro strikes again this morning. My boy leaves for school, drives around the block, and back in the door he walks. Says "my car is making a loud noise from the back, can you look at it?" (He's learning, it took him the trip around the block, but at least he's stopping when something sounds wrong.)
Anyways, it rained a bunch this weekend, so I'm thinking a little rust on the rotor and a wheel brake is squeaking. Nope, there's two grooves in the asphalt like the oregon trail , he went the block on the rim.
I've been laughing to myself about it all day. His shocks are shot, and I've been after him to replace them because it rides pretty bad. My youngest daughter actually walked right past the flat tire to get in the car, and he never even walked around it when it was "making noise". Probably just turned up the stereo louder.
Unbelievably, the rim is okay. I figured it would be junk, but what's that saying about angels protecting fools and children? I'm not sure he's a child anymore, but I wonder about the fool part. He's learning though. He asked what the tire fixing was going to cost, he's down to about $60, waiting on his income tax return and hoping his $ lasts until schools out and his summer job. Oh to be young again!