A few weeks ago, I was leaving work to go fight a parking ticket (I won) when I noticed my rear, driver's side tire was flat. In a panic, I borrowed Erik's car and drove over to my hearing.
As I was filled with "beat the system" bravado back at the office, I mentioned to Josh that I was a pretty good tire changer. He did not doubt me. I said that I could change a tire in about three minutes. Now he doubted me. He said seven minutes, six on a good day. Erik agreed. Sopressata agreed to take photos.
We set about to finding out if it was a good day or not.
The rules were that the clock started when I stuck my key in the trunk and it would stop when everything was in the trunk and the lid was shut.
On my mark:
By the way, that is a sucker stick and not a Virginia Slim.
And he's off...
Remember to loosen the bolts while the tire is still on the ground.
Luckily the bald spot is on the back of my head where I don't notice it.
Hand tighten the nuts.
I finished in 2 minutes and 47 seconds. It was a good day.