About two months ago I started noticing the Altima was making funny noises. Ignoring it for a little too long proved to be a bad idea when I drove to work and the wheel shook like crazy. I begged Ken to trade cars with me because he had a carpool buddy and would be in the HOV lane. Being the sweet husband that he is, he did so on his lunch break. On his way to the shop... the tire came completely off and he veered into the right lane hitting a truck. It totaled the Altima (which my brother lovingly nicknamed "Chippy" in honor of it's original paint) and put a small dent in the strangers automobile.
Luckily Ken was completely fine including his carpool buddy Steven, who may have had a little leg pain from tensing up to prepare for airbags deploying. But being an old and slightly unreliable car, they didn't do so. They also had to wait for the cops to come tow the car into the rocks... They were such good sports driving in a purple car together in the first place, but then get stuck in the middle of the freeway with its tire completely gone... I'm shocked they didn't even complain.
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