In an effort to spend time together after the night of fighting and intense talks, we start driving out to Dinosaur Ridge for a quick hike. That plan is quickly spoiled by a flat tire off of the C470 ramp.
Glass shrapnel that littered the road and I was forced to travel across on my earlier trip to Target had infiltrated the tire as it deflates on us together now.
My partner does the work to change out the spare, but Firestone delivers the bad news that the insides are shredded and we have to replace the tire as it can no longer be patched. He pays his dues without complaint .It all feels very allegorical, or symbolic, something of that ilk.
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