Sunday, North Luzon Expressway
We were on our way to Quezon City when I asked for a stop over at the one and only gasoline station in NLEx to buy food at McDonald's.
Luckily, I asked for the stop over or else we'd be dead meat if the car overturns because of unbalanced tires and the car would suddenly become a silver-colored tricycle. Man, our front-right tire was torn. My dad noticed it while he was waiting for us.
And the air giving life to the poor tire kept escaping through that line. A nail that caused what seemed to be a cut as if it was ripped by a knife or a scissor. [The cons of taking a rough road shortcut.]
And yeah, good thing we were in a gasoline station where tire changing services are offered and that we have an extra. PHEW!
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