Every night I go to the corner store to get things I need for the morning, to visit my friends who hang out, get some fresh air. Last night was no different.
So, I get my stuff, say my goodbyes, and start walking home. I turn down my court and hear that thud of a crashing car — but no glass. A few more bangy, thuddy sounds and nothing. I start to walk up just in time to see an entire wheel fly through the air and land at my feet.
Apparently, this guy got his front end worked on, his brakes, all sorts of stuff, and they didn’t put his wheel on right. His wheel flew off, and as he carefully pulled his car over, the tire hit a sign, bounced off THAT, flew over to a parked car, bounced off THAT and that’s where it landed. A perfect Z. Ok, a backwards Z. Everyone was ok, and that’s when I heard my cousin laughing his head off, telling the driver it was the best thing he saw all night!
So that was weird enough, but this morning something else happened. My mom came to pick me up to take us to Target, to do some shopping. She called to say she was here, and that there were police around.
Sure enough, just before my mom got there, another wheel flew off, but this time the driver couldn’t keep control and a number of cars were smashed up. The wheel flew off on the same block, within yards of where the one fell off last night. Something about my street causes tires to just fly through the air, I suppose.
I need to start wearing a helmet, or something.