air, align, and fluids; I'm fine

Got my oil changed --
and a tire too; this one dragging car down passenger-side for lack of air, compared other three.

Smothered, dropped, and popped.

It caught the edge of a troublesome wok-hole on Cleveland's beloved Euclid Ave last night, whilst=while-wheel helping carry me home from work. This morning the other three and a spare did the carrying, and formerly-mentioned lay deflated, depressed, dehinged in deTrunk.

I'd swerved first, cursed second, bottomed third, and had to yank steering left to go straight to the next light. Right; turn. Pulled into the Clinic drive, and vehicle services man in blue attire who helped stack jack in back told me I was eighth flat he'd fixed today, plus his partner's four. Euclid is deadly between the weather and the Corridor project.

Large price to pay for reason to joyride bicycle today.