As mentioned earlier, we had a recent trip to Colorado for a
wedding. It was a great trip despite
some difficulties. One difficulty, that
actually happened two times, was that of tire changing practice.
On one hand I do not really need
practice changing tires. Yet on the
other hand it, well, they, allowed opportunity for reflection. The first change took place between Ft. Morgan
and Greeley in Colorado on the way to the wedding. Long story short, a “goose egg” developed on
the front driver’s side tire. It was
quite bad and by the time I finally stopped we were fortunate to not have it
blow out. After putting on our donut
spare, we limped into Greeley and got a used tire. Immediately I noticed Taurie (the name of our
Taurus) pulling hard to the right; not good.
I sadly surmised she got knocked out of alignment between the tire going
bad and me changing it. However, as we
found out a few days later on the way home, this hard pull to the right was
because…the tire was bad. It blew out
about 20 minutes west of Salina, Kansas, on the way home. Since we now have new tires on Taurie, and
there is virtually no pull to the right, I do not know what to chalk the
previous “rightward pull” up to other than a bad tire.
Just prior to the tire blowing out on
the way home, I started to feel a wobble and was actually in the process of
slowing down because this seemed familiar (yes, I am quick aren't I).
I will admit this was a struggle for me because I wanted to get home and
was thinking of the down time we were about to have. Yet more than down time we wound up having
damage to the front driver’s side of Taurie - bummer.
Condensing the story a bit, we were set
to stay with some friends in Salina because I was not about to drive the
remaining two hours and twenty minutes home (at normal speed) at 45mph or so,
which would have made that trip a lot longer…
Yet they graciously allowed us to borrow their car because he was headed
to Emporia the next morning. On top of
that, Melissa’s Dad was already heading to Salina Monday morning for his
business, so he was able to bring an old/spare tire that enabled Dustin to
arrive in Emporia with Taurie mid-Monday afternoon.
So, with all of those details, here are
a few reflections:
1)
Practicing thankfulness.
Things could have been much worse. The blowout could have led to a wreck.
I am thankful for the body of Christ
helping – both friends and biological family.
Yet this also leads me to wonder. Was this God watching over us? It would be nice to think so. Yet there are many people who love God, who
have had similar situations, and have not been as fortunate.
In situations like this I often land on
being thankful. Whether it was God
directly or simply circumstances, I can thank God for things going as well as
they did…I do not think this diminishes His involvement at all.
2)
Get over, please.
If you do not stop to help someone
alongside the road who needs help, at least get over in the other lane if one
is available. People traveling at
Interstate speeds, just a few feet away if they happen to be on the white line,
is not a good thing when you are changing a tire.
3)
Do not drive like a jerk.
Driving right behind someone in a
construction zone because they are going slow will not necessarily speed them
up. I realize it is tempting to think
“Well, tailgating isn’t working, but I bet my super-bright, land a plane in the wilderness lights will speed them up!!!” Yet Mr. (or Mrs.) Dodge Pickup Truck Driver,
there is only so fast I will go with a donut tired on the front and my family
in the car with me; sorry to slow you down a bit.
4)
I do not leave much space for “life”.
I usually leave in just enough time to
arrive wherever I am heading in just enough time (sometimes 10-15min ahead of
time). Well, for the wedding rehearsal
that was not enough time to change a tire, find a used
one, have it put on, and get there. Maybe
I will allow 20-25 minutes next time.
Reflections on a reflection…
I am amazed at how much of a jerk I can
be when I drive. I have made huge
strides in my patience, but I am the CEO of “there ought to be a license for
people who know how to drive and therefore get special privileges” club. Well, even if it does not exist, I am certain
there are others who share the same sentiment.
Among other things, people in this club have the ability to turn left at
any intersection even if it is a left on green arrow only (why these are ever put up in newer
intersections I will never know). I know there are other privileges we would have...but they usually come to me "in the moment" - kind of like Calvinball.
Fortunately I have not tailgated anyone
lately…but I have not done city driving or a long trip since our return (confession). Yet I can recall several instances when the
slowness of others has really irritated me.
Fortunately I am mostly beyond this now…but a few that got to me.
1)
An older Chevy Pickup truck in Salina about eight
years or so ago. I could not believe
this younger guy was driving so slow and slowing me down in the middle of the
day. When I was finally able to pass him
I saw a child seat in the front with him.
Wow, foolish me. This guy was (I
assume) enjoying time with his small son or daughter. At the time we had no children…but I remember
thinking I could likely be going slower when that day comes. One, for safety and two, for the fun of
talking to them.
2)
An older lady – again in Salina – driving extremely
slow. Yet this was not as big of an
issue for me as I promptly remember wondering, “Would I want someone upset at
my grandpa or grandma simply for driving slow?”
So, when I meet people driving much
differently than me my initial response is usually not one of frustration, but
rather, “I wonder what the ‘category’ of people it is into which they fit. Are they older? Is it a young family?” Yet I must admit, sometimes I wonder if it is
someone who should have driving privileges suspended...or at least limited.