Summary
Sleek black lines caress the hood. The engine purrs like a wellfed lion. The bucket seats wrap around you as if you are precious cargo. As you press the accelerator, the car hurtles you forward at speeds that professional race car drivers live for. And when you look in the trunk, there is ... no ... spare ... tire.
I've had my car, a BMW M3, for about four years now. I might have known about the whole "no spare tire thing" at one time, but when I am not dealing with flat tires, niggling details such as this one tend to slip my mind. That is ... until I got a flat tire.See the full content of this document
Extract
You've Got to Take the Good with the Bad
The other day, as I was leaving home for work, I looked down as I was climbing into my car and notice...
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