Tired and retired

Jamie notices an unusual noise, “what the hell is that sound?” he asks the general population of the Funkwagen. Jordan, perpetually (and often imprudently) optimistic, yells that it’s just normal groaning and nothing to worry about. He and Andy, who is navigating in the passenger seat, can’t hear the terribly ominous whining and thunking emitting from the back right tire. Evan, skeptical of the van’s ability to avoid disaster, orders Jordan to slow down and open the double doors. Jordan obliges, Evan leans out to take a gander and . . . “Oh yeah that’s a flat tire. Oooh that’s a bad one, that is a real flat tire.”

At this point it’s 3AM and we’re somewhat lost outside of Cleveland Ohio. We know we’re within fifteen minutes of Julie Marx’s house where we plan on spending the night, so we figure we can take it really slow and make it there in one piece. This turns out to not be true.

We are literally one minute from Julie’s house when the stench of burning rubber becomes too pervasive for us to go on. After a short break, we manage to pull it into the parking lot of the nearby Jewish Children’s Center and call AAA. Unluckily, whenjj they come, they say that they can’t jack tl2kfpopppppppp

I'm falling asleep, I'll have to finish this post later. Happy 4th of July!