And I didn’t buy any gum on my 14 hour drive.

Should have been 12 but a sidewall decided to fail. A straight 2 inch split from close to the rim towards the tread. Oddest failure I’ve seen. Fortunately it held enough air to get me back to the most randomly located Chevy dealer. Overpaid for cheap tires (not that I had a choice) and I was on my way.


Now I’m realizing you can take the Dad away from the kids but I’m absolutely ruined on sleeping in. 6:30 is ... great.

Where’s my continental breakfast?

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