Air pressure.
Today, as I was driving home from work, my tire disintegrated. Now as a long time motorist, I tend not to panic when things like this happen. In fact, I go into boyscout mode, turn off the radio, hit the hazard button, merge to the right and exit the freeway or pull off to the shoulder. HOWEVER, my tire busted up right as I got onto the 405 from the 90. And it just so happens that there is no shoulder for about a mile or so.
So my tire breaks up with the rim and splits and I enter Boyscout mode. But there is no place for me to pull over. There is no shoulder. And there is no exit, for a while. Now I could pull the car as close to the construction wall and change my tire, or just ride on the rim and tough it out to the next exit. I’ve seen people who stop in the middle of the road, and usually, they car has exploded, but in this case, I kept on going (but I slowed down a bit, of course).
And that brings me to the crazy lady in a white Geo Metro. As I’m keeping in slow (about 20 mph) and keeping to the farest right as possible, this Metro rolls up. And of course, in true crazy lady fashion, she thinks that she is the only person who knows that my tire has escaped from the car. She starts honking, a lot. I finally break my concentration and look at her to inform her that I am aware of the situation and I have it under control.
But this is not enough for her. She blows the horn more, and more, and more. “SLOW DOWN” she cries, and I look at the speedometer and agree, perhaps slower might be a little better. I drop the car to 15 mph, but to my surprise, so does she. Did I mention she was in the next lane, and there was no traffic? Not until this lady dropped her speed to match mine because she thinks I’m panicking. Well lady, you just created a traffic jam and the people behind her started laying on the horn. This is what I was trying to avoid, creating unnecessary traffic. I will sacrifice my rim, a little. And at the time, I was in no danger of any series damage to the rim. But now this person is turning a “not big deal” into an inconvenience to all drivers.
I finally made it to the Washington Blvd off ramp and pulled to the left (right shoulder was closed and there was dirt to the left). She drove away, but not before she looked at me in disgust for driving so long on the rim.