Three Men and a Tire

There's a brave new world just waiting for each and every one of us, and my brave world looks differently than any previous brave new world I've ventured. In this new world, my responsibilities have shifted from people to parts. My daily routine takes place in one moderately small building and not across the county as my previous venture, and the scenery everywhere has changed tremendously.

A few months ago, some of you may remember a picture of my laundry room in a blog I wrote about the well known fact that the one who does the laundry has the power. If you missed it, check the archives. This is what my laundry room looks like tonight.

O.K., it's not very bright, and a little difficult to see what's under the blanket, but it all started when Ken came into the shop and wanted new tires on his Harley. He had tires that were in good shape, but he didn't like the way they handled and wanted a harder side wall. I shopped them out and eventually came up with something that fit his budget, his specifications, and they were in stock. That sounds like a winner, right? Well, baseball fans. Remember, three strikes is never good. Let me move in a little closer, so you can see what's under the towel.

I thought this shot would give you a better angle, 

but I see it could still be a mystery to some,especially

if you only look at the pictures. As I was saying, the tires were to take approximately two hours since the bags and pipes had to be removed and the tires had to be mounted and balanced. Before the afternoon was over, three strong, able bodied men wrestled, pounded, strapped, soaped, blasted, and cussed my over night visitor, but that rear tire was NOT seating on one side. Since it was cold in the shop all day, and the tire was probably stacked one on the other in a warehouse, it refused to budge, just like the drunk that wants to get thrown in jail on a bitter cold night, that tire deliberately would not cooperate because I think it knew what was in store and refused to submit to a cold concrete floor and three abusive men.  I checked in on it a view minutes ago, and just maybe, I heard a little snore. 

                                                         Oh, look, it kicked off its blanket.

Remember what Moses, the servant of the Lord commanded you. "The Lord your God is giving you a place of rest." Joshua 1:13a
Peace. Love, Linda