We had a very pleasant time last night celebrating my mother-in-law’s birthday. Surprisingly she turned just 18 yesterday, or at least that’s what she tells us.
On the way home I heard a slight thud and saw something dart off from the side of our car. “Was it or wasn’t it” I thought.
I kept an eye in the rearview mirror and sure enough a few seconds later a dark frisbee like object rocketed across the road behind us. I stopped the car, got out, and checked to see that we had indeed lost a hubcap. I drove back and we picked up the shattered piece of plastic that used to be our front driver’s side hubcap.
The two passenger side hubcaps were stolen a few weeks ago in the dead of night. So now we have one solitary hubcap on the rear, driver’s side wheel.
Oh well. I guess it actually makes things a little easier. We no longer need to find two hubcaps to match the two on the other side. We might as well just buy a complete new set.
PS: Please forgive me for the excruciatingly painful pun in the title of the post.
Posted by Rodney Olsen
just spray paint the wheels silver and call them puruit rims
Was watching a local TV programme last night, “Going Nowhere Slowly” – a couple of young folk that take a large Chevvy and a cameraman, and just drive wherever the road goes (awesome!) – and, to get back to the point, the previous group in a similar car had lost a hubcap somewhere in Mozambique. Well, driving along that same road, wouldn’t you know, but a year later they actually FOUND it! Stuck up on a tree in front of someone’s “informal settlement”. They sneaked off with it, got in the Big Red Car and sped away…