yea today looked sick. as in the appearance seemed to be good from a distance. I was driving on up, stoked to have my first park day of the season when that oh-so-familiar rumble began, meaning that I had blown out my back tire. So, being the badass I am, I read the owners manual, and replace it with a spare. Except it was a stupid doughnut spare so I was going to have to go find a tire in Fall City Anyways. So, in the 130 meters to the offramp, going about 30, the rumble begins again, so I think, man, this spare really sucks. And suck it did. Only lasted 130 meters until blowing out. Being 2 tires down and apparently none in the glovebox I have to use my trusty AAA card and get a tow. So he tows me to hell (read: issaquah, where the people are rich, but not bellevue rich where they pity and help the poor, just rich enough to scorn the middle class) to a tire shop that for some reason has no tires in my size. This forces me to wait until my sister shows up at 5:30 pm with my tires stored at my parents house, leaving me to wander the streets of issaquah for 6 hours in ski pants and a tall tee. I don't know if I've ever been glared at more. At least we got up by 7 though. fun 3 hours of hot laps at alpental. but still. cliff notes: I planned a really long day of skiing that ended up being 3 hours thanks to the rubber industry. /rant