Okay, so maybe that’s a little dramatic, but still. I had a scary moment this morning so I think I’ll share.

The story really doesn’t start with this morning…it starts a couple of days ago when we noticed one of the back tires on the Civic was low. It has a slow leak and we just haven’t replaced it yet. I know. Stupid. But whatever.

Gustav had shown up in full force and it was raining in sheets Tuesday morning. I didn’t want to take the car to the gas station and check the air because the traffic is always really bad on rainy days and I knew we’d be late for school. I took the Prelude, which was a bad idea because it doesn’t have air so the windows fogged up. Not safe.

Yesterday Fishdog took the Prelude. He too realized that was a bad idea.

The rain never let up and we never took the Civic to the service station. Yesterday afternoon, Nemo (formerly known as Ian) had cross-country practice (yes, even in the Tropical Depression….run Forrest run!) I just had to run him about 5 blocks away. So we hopped into the Civic, drove a quarter of a block, turned onto the next street and did a 180. SRSLY. We were going all of 5 miles per hour. I turned onto the street and wound up facing my neighbor’s house. Freaky.

But it was all good.

Now comes to the part where the Grim Reaper tapped me on the shoulder…

Gustav is still here. Rader (who doesn’t have a nickname for some reason) and I leave early so I can go get gas and air up the tire. The service station is a half a mile away. I’m about halfway there, we’re approaching the S curve in the road and I make sure I’m crawling because of what happened yesterday.

Didn’t matter. I take the curve VERY SLOWLY and wind up in the other lane facing the opposite direction.

THERE IS A CAR COMING! Thank God they saw and stopped.

Rader is hooting and hollering “Do it again, Mom!”

I wave to the oncoming car and thank them for not killing us, drive up to the next street, turn in, back up and head toward the gas station again. Undaunted. (sorta)

This time, I managed the S curve. I get to the station. They are out of gas (not kidding). But they do have air–which really was the most important thing.

Anyway, I made it home safe and sound. And this weekend, I’m getting the brakes and tires replaced.