Pull up to my bumper, baby.

I thought January had the distinction of being honorary car problem month, but February was not to be outdone.

I got my first flat tire today on the 10 freeway. I didn't even notice till some cholo in a mustang pulled up beside me near the La Brea exit. Then everyone seemed to be waving and flashing their lights at me. Normally, I would have pulled over immediately, but my cell phone battery was dead and I didn't have my AAA card, since that went when I also lost my wallet last month (see above link). So, what's a girl to do, but git home and learn how to change a tire? My first time evs! And Leah, patron saint of car woes last month, was back on the scene.

Way hotter than getting a boy to teach me.

Standing on the tire iron: more effective than actual upper body strength.

I think I was mistaken for a feral cat numerous times. Dear readers, don't wear dark hoodies on busy streets and crouch by cars. You may be run over.