If you're keeping track, that's four in about six months. Whee!
Today's was at 5:30, as I was coming home to pick up Lyle for our 6pm dog training class. I tried to fix it with the magic fix-a-flat stuff but no dice. So there we were at 5:40 with no plan, which quickly evolved into a "hey, we can take the bus" plan.
Lyle is a damn fine busrider of a dog. No barking or squirming, and lots of charming the other passengers. We got to class more or less on time, learned another round of things (tricks are *so* much more fun than boring obedience stuff like "heel") and then got back on the bus and came home.
Later, I changed the tire, with Rick's moral support. At some point tomorrow I'll have to go get yet another tire and have the tire people look at me incredulously.

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