{"id":24673,"date":"2019-06-13T09:33:03","date_gmt":"2019-06-13T14:33:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/?p=24673"},"modified":"2019-06-13T09:33:03","modified_gmt":"2019-06-13T14:33:03","slug":"my-lucky-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/13\/my-lucky-day\/","title":{"rendered":"My Lucky Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday was the latest in my series of lucky days.<\/p>\n<p>So I packed my bags for a martial arts class, and I hoped to attend one or more while my children did Vacation Bible School (I would have just said VBS, but I&#8217;m not sure how well an increasingly secular society would understand just the abbreviation).  As we were driving to church, I heard a ticking from my car echoed as we passed other cars.  As I changed a directional signal earlier in the day, a strange procedure that had me lying under the truck and groping with one hand into the bowels of the vehicle, I wondered if I&#8217;d moved something that was now rhythmically striking something.<\/p>\n<p>I got the kids to VBS and made it to the martial arts school with five minutes to change before the early class.  I pulled into a spot with a car on the left and an empty space on the right.  I got my bags and went around to the passenger side of the car so I could navigate more easily with the duffel bags.<\/p>\n<p>Wherein I spotted a nail and a bracket in the right front tire with an attendant hissing sound of escaping air.<\/p>\n<p>I ran down the scenario in my head: I could change the tire now, or I could change the tire after class, and get the boys.  Of course, this is the <a href=\"https:\/\/brianjnoggle.com\/blog\/2018\/12\/12\/the-end-of-a-vehicular-era\/\" target=\"_new\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">newer truck<\/a>, so I&#8217;m not even sure where the jack and doughnut are.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a most inconvenient time to be down a vehicle; my beautiful wife is traveling for work this week, so the family&#8217;s second car is sitting in the airport parking lot. <\/p>\n<p>So I got into the bathroom to change into my <em>gi<\/em>, and it occurred to me that it was 5:45, and the tire shop around the corner was still open.  And the tire probably had enough air in it to make it to the tire shop.<\/p>\n<p>So I left the martial arts school and made it to the tire shop ten minutes before their closing.  I made arrangements for the boys&#8217; grandmother to pick up the boys if I had to leave the car overnight, but the tire shop accommodated me and replaced the tire after their official closing time.<\/p>\n<p>So it really was my lucky day: if I hadn&#8217;t gone around to the passenger side of the car, I wouldn&#8217;t have seen the problem, and I might well have tried to drive off with a flat tire and might not have had time to pick the kids up.  If I hadn&#8217;t discovered it and gotten to the tire shop before it closed, I might be down a vehicle and have had to figure out how to get it to a shop and to chauffeur the kids around until my wife returns.<\/p>\n<p>Whenever I have a car issue that could leave me stranded, and I handle it correctly, I feel delightfully competent as an adult.  The feeling doesn&#8217;t last&#8211;I&#8217;m soon back to the general &#8220;What am I doing?&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday was the latest in my series of lucky days. 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