Greetings to my friends and to those shameless lurkers who’s got pulled by the title of this entry. Sorry to put your expectations down, there is no explicit material in this place. I just felt like being playful and mischievous a bit. 
This is not about sexual pleasures, it's only a tire on my beloved car being blown up. Totally. While I was driving the above mentioned car. Yeah, sometimes listening to the full volume music while driving doesn’t help to realise you’ve got three wheels. Only when the scratching of the road surface by the disk became louder then the scream of Bon Jovi, it occurred to me something might be wrong. When I pulled out to the nearest lay bay and saw that pure deflated “thing”, I realised that should I drive any further and at the speed I’ve been driving, it was sure way for the accident…strangely this insight didn’t bring any emotions…I think, I’m becoming comfortably numb and prone to the panic. Well, you can say - I’m improving into a composed and peaceful person. or, maybe, I've been overmedicated?
Of course my Knight in Shining Armour hurried to my rescue. His name was Mark and he was wearing the RAC-road assistant badge. It was a few minutes job and he's done it well. My payment for break down cover for the last 10 years has finally paid off. (and about time too – I was wondering why am I paying it) It was fun in any way – to sit in the car in the middle of a night motorway, watching other vechicles disappear into darkness of the road as if they are impatient to live...or to die?..
A positive thought for a day that came to my mind while I was waiting for the rescuer:
Shit happens. You get flat tires. It doesn’t mean you will never arrive to your destination. It just means a short break from moving. Take it as it is, deal with it accordingly and continue your journey. It helps not to panic in the process as well. All will be well in the end.
This is not about sexual pleasures, it's only a tire on my beloved car being blown up. Totally. While I was driving the above mentioned car. Yeah, sometimes listening to the full volume music while driving doesn’t help to realise you’ve got three wheels. Only when the scratching of the road surface by the disk became louder then the scream of Bon Jovi, it occurred to me something might be wrong. When I pulled out to the nearest lay bay and saw that pure deflated “thing”, I realised that should I drive any further and at the speed I’ve been driving, it was sure way for the accident…strangely this insight didn’t bring any emotions…I think, I’m becoming comfortably numb and prone to the panic. Well, you can say - I’m improving into a composed and peaceful person. or, maybe, I've been overmedicated?
Of course my Knight in Shining Armour hurried to my rescue. His name was Mark and he was wearing the RAC-road assistant badge. It was a few minutes job and he's done it well. My payment for break down cover for the last 10 years has finally paid off. (and about time too – I was wondering why am I paying it) It was fun in any way – to sit in the car in the middle of a night motorway, watching other vechicles disappear into darkness of the road as if they are impatient to live...or to die?..
A positive thought for a day that came to my mind while I was waiting for the rescuer:
Shit happens. You get flat tires. It doesn’t mean you will never arrive to your destination. It just means a short break from moving. Take it as it is, deal with it accordingly and continue your journey. It helps not to panic in the process as well. All will be well in the end.