The Middle

Ah,but alas, my friends, the story does not just finish here. With the offending tyre rightly f**ked it was time to whip out the jack and get that bad boy off. No problem there,I even enjoyed a riveting conversation with the neighbour while doing it! The following week the dreaded journey between the Pale and the land of Supermacs is baring down upon me again. "not a problem" i said to myself, "now that i know where the blasted pothole is i shall simply avoid the little goblin". Easier said than done my fellow blog-heads. Half way through the journey, between Tyrrellstown and Kilbeggan(which i must say is a great little village,often i have stopped their to get some nice cheap car-juice and then hit the road again. A mate tells me this particular garage have dodgy dealings in getting their petrol but that's away from the point for now!) i am cruising along at the speed limit of a respectable 100km/h when...WHAM... this sneaky little pothole jumps up from the road and slams into my poor little wheel. Or should i say wheels! Yes,my darlings, both front and back wheels on the passenger side of my car are now more buckled than a 16 year old nakker-drinker after his 3rd can. Panic hits me as the car begins to careene towards the hard shoulder. I bank to the right, the offending wheels pull left. After the onslaught we eventually come to a grinding halt and the damage inspection begins. Both of the rims are cracked and buckled and air hisses out like a snake in the grass. (thank you St. Patrick for at least getting rid of those feckers,that would be the last thing you'd want to bite you while changing two tyres). Out came the old moby-dick (mobile phone,which i get much abuse over. Hey, just cos it has to be wound up in the morning....) and a quick call to my special lady at home (Mam) and help is on the way. Two spare tyres are delivered to my helpless ass within an hour and a half and I'm back on the road. Tune in next time for the remainder of the journey..."The case of the ASBO and my headlamps!"