Blowout

I felt the vulnerability of my life this late morning, as I had to bring my car to a halt on the painted triangle after a pothole annihilated my left rear tire. Although it felt like a safety zone from the speeding cars on the expressway I thought at any moment one vehicle might veer off and claim me.  Of course it was only to be a situation and the solution was close at hand. What I liked best about my reaction was only my concern that I would be late for spin class at 12:15.  It used to be so easy to change a tire when I first started driving now I had to use grey cells and a college degree to unhinge the deceased wheel. I liked it when things were simple, but now design has replaced practicality and it’s just a symptom of a world gone mad when changing a tire is more complex than a differential equation