so tonight I'm picking away at the rust spots on this crusty '68 Panther, and it's getting late. I figure I'll clean up the front rim and put on the new Kendas tomorrow or Sunday, and before I call it quits for the night, I decide to take it out and cruise it up and down the block. I get two houses down and turn around, and then go a couple houses the other way and turn around, and just as I'm rolling back up to my driveway CRACK! like a gunshot. Dang. scared the bejeebers out of me.
yeah I'm actually really lucky that I was barely rolling and right outside my house. just walking it up the drive like this it got all tangled in the front fender. if it had happened 3 minutes earlier when I was rolling downhill and picking up speed... yeesh.
no more playing around on crunchy tires for me...
yeah I'm actually really lucky that I was barely rolling and right outside my house. just walking it up the drive like this it got all tangled in the front fender. if it had happened 3 minutes earlier when I was rolling downhill and picking up speed... yeesh.
no more playing around on crunchy tires for me...