Yesterday on the way back from work, I busted a tyre on the expressway. And because I was pretty engrossed in conversation with a colleague, I didn't realise that my poor tyre was nearly torn to shreds before pulling over to the road shoulder. Sheesh! Talk about being blur.
Well as a result, I had to call for the recovery truck which promptly came in 45 blardy mins to change the tyre and then I drove my poor car to the tyre shop for a replacement. To my horror, dear old unker at the shop told me that my alloy OZ rim had been damaged and warped beyond repair. A result of my dragging the blardy thing for a good kilometre or so at 100km/h. Double Sheesh!
So how? Change all 4 rims lah :)) About time anyway. Always wanted a set of 17-inch alloys but didn't have the heart to part with the moolah and my beautiful 15-inch OZ Hydras. But Unker had a gorgeous set of 17-inch, Italian performance MAKs at the shop which had been traded in by its owner. It was love at first sight.
Now they are sitting pretty on Ren Ren...see, chio hor =P
