I thought my baby was seriously ill...

Yesterday I started hearing a noise in my car. Now, I'm no mechanic, but I do drive the dang thang everyday & I can tell when something's not right. So I heard a noise that sounded like it was tire related. The faster I went, the faster the noise. When I put on the brakes, it would stop. In my minimal car knowledge mind, I'm thinking "wheel bearing" or "brakes". I called Brad & told him, "You're not gonna like this, but something's wrong w/ my car." Here's the thang, Brad's a busy guy. He works on stuff all day @ work & then he has to work on stuff on the farm too so the last thing he wants to do is work on my car. Too bad for him. So I get real defensive about it because I don't want him to put me off. And I'm like, "I want you to look @ my car BEFORE you go to the barn tonight!" So he came home & drove it. Then he left...and he calls me & says, "Yeah, something's wrong w/ your car. But I have to go help move the planter first." Ah-the story of my life.

He moved the planter & then came back home to work on the car. He was going to take the tire off to look & see what was going on. He took one bolt off ... then, the others came off by hand. Mom had taken it to have the tires rotated for me back in May. They never tightened the tire down. And Brad was pissed. Ah, he does care about me! :)

Then he went around to all the other tires to make sure they were tight.

Then we went for another test drive. All is well, for now. He says I need to keep an eye on it to make sure the rim's not bent. Great...