I have a long and miserable history with flat tires, including an infamous incident with a gigantic pothole impersonating an innocent mud puddle and breaking the rim with a shocking thunk. I still drove another several miles on that busted rim, and no I have no idea how I managed to do that but I am female and I don't "do" cars, and since it was driving I figured it couldn't be that bad (see my logic???). So perhaps it was not the best idea in the world for me to have a wheelchair with regular tires. I can not technically check the air in the tires on them because with my stunning and amazing fine motor skills, by the time I got the stupid pressure gauge thingy on right I would have let all the air out of the tire and be able to go "yep, its flat!". Instead I use the subtle system of observation - when my brakes start slipping that is usually a good sign that I need more air.
So I figured it would be a quick stop this morning on the way to the grocery store with my Dad for back up (cart driver) to put air in the tires. He of the more dexterous fingers checked the air in the tires, and my method was right. The darn things needed more air. However, the "Free Air" machine apparently had decided that its goal for the day was not to provide Free Air but rather to "free" air from whatever it was trapped inside. So by the time my father was done wrestling with my wheelchair and the machine, I was able to go "yep, its flat!!". In this cliche of a small town, the other gas station (because there are only two) does not have an air machine. We checked. Neither does the little oil change joint. We checked. After 15 minutes of driving around a very small town, my dad decided the easiest solution would be to just go to his house and have him pull his air compressor out of the garage to fill up the now very flat tires. Of course the air compressor is located in the far back corner of the garage because who needs an air compressor in the great frozen north before say, June? So what should have been a quick 5 minute process took about 40 minutes. But the good news is that now that there is actually the proper amount of air in my tires, it is so much easier to drive and maneuver. Apparently low tires make it feel like you are pushing the wheelchair through wet concrete. What do I know, I am a girl who never even figured out how to put the chain back on my bicycle or put air in the bike tires!
March 22, 2010 at 12:55 PM
Just flat out of ideas to prevent this issue. Alas. Still I recommend semi-pneumatic tires on wcs - just no comparison with the hard tire-d ones.
Do you think I should get a shelfari on my blog?
Here's to your Dad! Barbara
March 22, 2010 at 4:01 PM
I like the Shelfari because it gives more info and is more visual than just a list of books. I think you could create a really awesome tool on your website with resources as well as with general books you are reading/have read using Shelfari.
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