Two hundred seventy four miles, that's what yesterday traveled today.
I could've gone to Montreal and spent the day in a different country.
I could have been in Manhattan lounging with my girlfriends.
Instead I spent the 6 hours in the car for health care headed to Mass. Eye and Ear.
Who wants to travel that far with out a vacation at the end?
Instead it's needles, blood draws, poking, prodding, undressing.
Ugh.
Well, in a different situation, the poking, prodding and undressing could be fun, but 274 miles is out of my booty call range.
I just roll over in bed.
To add insult to injury, I finally succumbed and sent my car to the garage yesterday morning.
Both Jon and Dad had driven it and announced it was in severe need of a check-up. I was in adamant denial my wheel wells were dirty and needed cleaning, like every year before.
I sent it in for the whole 31 point check: brakes (will survive), bearings (needed to be fixed), a tail light change, new windshield wipers, and finally new tires!
After months, I finally decided to ride safe. I purchased my tires. The boots are on.
I bought them only to drive past Tire Warehouse afterwards and see a sign boasting buy 2 get 2 free.
IT had appeared between when I headed to Boston at 9:30, ordered the tires, and returned at 3pm.
Oh, the irony.
I'm not ragging on my guys. I love Lambert's Auto in Claremont. I called and they had me in the next day. They had my car fixed while I was in an appt. They treat me like family.
But still, its the irony. Ugh.
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