Well, somebody must really hate me. My wife’s uncle called first thing this morning to tell me that the only thing wrong with the Mazda was that all 20 lugnuts on the vehicle were loose! That’s why the right-front wheel was making noise, it was about to come off. So now, as you can imagine, we’re pretty worried that it’ll happen again–there’s no telling who would want to do something like that. We don’t even know if it happened since we bought it, or if somebody did it while the car sat in Traci’s dad’s driveway. This is something I’m going to be paranoid about for a long time. I’m going to start carrying my torque wrench in the car so I can check all the lugnuts for tightness before I go anywhere. This is pathetic.
I swear, if I ever catch anybody fucking around with my car, they’re going to get an automatic bullet to the head, no questions asked. I figure that it’s justifiable, seeing as how my whole family could have died yesterday. The road coming down from Price Rec is extremely steep and winding–we’re damn lucky that nothing happened on that road, or else we’d have been mincemeat.