And compared it to an Oreo.
Which is silly because I love Oreos.
Oreos are not at all crappy.
Let me give you a bit of history:
This band was up there with some of the best bands in the state of Ohio.
So there is this amazing and rich history that goes along with our band as well.
There is even a book written about our band!
My bandmates were some of the most amazing people I have ever had the privilege of knowing.
For those that live in suburbia or in big cities, marching bands are HUGE in rural areas.
Especially in rural areas where football is HUGE as well.
Anyway, about four years ago, I thought it would be fun to create a Facebook band alumni page for my little town’s award-winning band.
I thought maybe 50- 75 people would join if I was lucky.
225 people later and still growing, it has become an amazing place to share stories (horror and funny).
Then two years ago, we thought we should hold a reunion.
A few of us became coordinators of the event and decided to hold it with the band competition our alma mater holds annually.
So I was on my way to the said reunion with my oldest daughter when there was a setback.
First, my I- Pass (which is a transponder that sucks the money magically out of my wallet every time I want to go anywhere in Chicago) didn’t work at the first Indiana toll booth.
And of course, someone was right behind me.
So I had to get out of my car and grab a ticket.
Have you ever been stuck in those gate situations?
Once, Mike and I were on the Chicago Skyway and the gate came down on us as we were going through and we broke it Dukes of Hazzard style.
Still waiting on that bill from the state of Illinois.
I called Mike on speakerphone and told him basically what had happened, my exact words are kind of fuzzy.
This I do remember, I said and I quote, ” This trip is doomed “.
Never would I ever realize how much I would eat those words.
So we were driving along, making good time, listening to some good music and talking about some drama at Annie’s school.
Then she got a call from a friend of hers from school about the drama involving a friend of hers.
When “it” happened.
A light came on in my dashboard.
An exclamation point.
WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN??
Is my oil low?
Is my gasket pocket open?
I just made that up.
THIS IS WHY I SHOULD NEVER TAKE CAR TRIPS ALONE.
Could you be any vaguer, Chevrolet??
(said in my best Chandler Bing voice)
Then the following message came across the dashboard:
All while doing 80 mph on the Indiana toll road.
I told Anna to get off the phone and call my husband immediately.
I relayed what it said and he said: “no worries, just look at the tire when you get to the next service…..”
Literally, as those words came out of his mouth, I heard a loud THUMP THUMP THUMP RATTTTTTLE.
The car began to shake, swerve and my brakes stopped working.
Like pushing my pedal all the way to the floor not working.
I pulled over and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, came to a stop.
We got out of the car and saw some sort of courtesy officer right behind us.
Oh yeah! I remember that I let her out in front of me a mile back.
She had a walkie-talkie and told me what mile marker we were at.
We were 12 miles from the Ohio line.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
This you need to know: I don’t do well in high-pressure situations.
I have been known to freak out when our power goes out.
Or have a hissy fit if I forgot something at the grocery store.
I freak the crap out at the drop of a hat.
Did I cry?
Did I yell at my husband on the phone?
But as I sat in that cornfield on the side of the Indiana Toll Road, I did something remarkably calm.
A thank you prayer.
For letting this happen here and not on a five-lane busy road in Chicago.
Or not as I was passing someone in the left lane.
That it happened on a gloriously sunny and warm fall day.
Not in the rain.
Or in the snow.
That we were alive and okay.
Shaken, yes but ALIVE.
So I sat back, waited for the tow truck, and enjoyed the sounds and smells of that cornfield.
AAA was called, a tow truck was out there within 30 minutes, the tiny tire put on my car and a state highway patrolman led me to the nearest dealership to get my tires replaced.
So I told my friends and family members who were waiting for me in Ohio all about what happened as it was happening.
I texted a friend, who was asking WHERE ARE YOU??, that I was in Indiana.
With a flat tire.
Then I posted the picture of my tire.
I was then corrected.
This is NOT a “flat tire”.
This is a disaster.
Even the state highway patrolman said, “whoa, this is a doozy!”
For a person whose profession it is to see lots of horrific things, that comment made me sit back and take in the situation.
First, I want to thank the state of Indiana.
For having seriously amazing human beings.
Second, I would like to thank the dealership that took my car, put four new tires on it at 4:30 on a Friday, and only took one hour to do so.
If you live near Angola Indiana, RUN not walk to Harold Chevrolet.
And tell them Kari Tire of Death from Chicago sent you.
I don’t like to get dramatic here on the blog but there are two unusual/ bordering on creepy things you need to know about this whole thing.
I was on the phone with my mom last night and we were talking about a terrible bus crash that happened in Tennessee yesterday.
The front tire blew and the accident killed eight people.
My mom tells me on the phone that she had a premonition about this Ohio trip that Anna and I made.
That something bad was going to happen.
But she didn’t know what to do: if she told me, I wouldn’t have gone or been filled with fear.
Yet she felt like maybe she should tell me.
If I were in her place, I don’t think I would have told me either.
When I told her what happened while sitting in the dealership that day, she cried while we were talking.
This is the other creepy thing.
That “courtesy officer”?
Yeah, I just made that name up.
I didn’t know what to call her.
Because I have never seen a car like that before.
But after the state highway patrol got there, she literally disappeared.
Like, I was looking one way and the next second, I said to Anna, “where did she go? I wanted to say thank you.”
My mom said angels were watching over us that day.
I believe that with my entire being.
So thank you “courtesy officer”.
Wherever you are.
Here are some highlights of what is being referred to as the Tire of Doom weekend:
While waiting for our tire of doom to be replaced we took advantage of the time to get out and walk around Angola.
We found a cute little antique store and Annie got a new nightstand for her room.
I had to take this picture because people were giving us strange looks as we walked down the street carrying a table.
Little did they know that this was the least weird and freaky thing to happen to us this day.
Going through the drive-thru at the McDonald’s I worked at in high school.
I ordered a McChicken sandwich, the sandwich I first had at THIS McDonald’s.
I sat in the parking lot, ate my sammie, and took in the memories.
We got to go to this amazing festival/craft fair in a small town nearby.
Actually, it wasn’t held in a town but in the woods.
Let me tell you that if I could reproduce the smells this festival was putting out, I would.
I would bottle it and sell it to all of you.
Think woods, burning leaves, green peppers, and onions grilling and apple cider brewing.
My cousin took this picture of Annie and me.
It was lovely that she took this but in all honesty, we were arguing under our breath while she took this.
I even remember thinking, if I put this on the blog, I have to tell you guys what we were doing.
This scarecrow scares the crap out of people.
It’s real by the way.
I hope they have an ambulance on standby.
And really good insurance.
On the way out-of-town we had lunch with Gramma.
Gramma loved McDonald’s, especially the filet o fish, so of course, I had to have one.
We talked to her, filled her in on the tire o’ evil incident, cried, and cleaned her grave.
I still miss her so much.
I am about to show you one of my newest favorite things in the entire world.
See that sign?
My friend Kari (see picture way above) made this for me.
Because I mentioned that I should have a sign in my home somewhere that said Awesomesauce.
And I don’t care what the dictionary or word purists say, that is one freaking awesome word.
Now it sits in my kitchen and every time I look at it, I think of her and I love that.
I didn’t have the heart to scrub this reminder of my reunion weekend off my hand.
It is off as of today.
Geez, people, I loved the weekend but I love being healthy more.
Such a great time, despite Tire of Death.
In fact, on the way home, I ate my feelings the entire way.
Because I was kind of scared of something bad happening to my car again.
I love Ohio so much and I can’t wait to go to the reunion again next year.
Only next year?
I am flying instead.