I spent the afternoon in Palm Desert. KMIR was doing a promotion with the American Diabetes Association. Glad to help.
6:45 came around. I had dinner plans with Farrell and Vered from Indio. I got in my car and… thump… thump… thump.
A flat? Really? Right in the station’s parking lot? Oh yeah. The nail’s right in the center of the tread of the left front tire.
Tonight I learned Mercedes doesn’t repair flat tires. Oh.
The miniature spare is on now, but I can’t see myself driving to Irvine on it. I borrowed an SUV from the station’s motorpool, which I’ll bring back tomorrow.
With any luck the flat will be fixed at a local tire place and I’ll drive home after tomorrow’s news.
It’s always something.