robotnik2004 | We Got The Jack

Originally published at Route 96. You can comment here or there.

About an hour into New York, Jenkin sounded an ominous yawp as one of its back tires ceased to be. It didn’t burst so much as decay, flaking off and crumbling into dust like it was aging at terrible speed. With that auspicious event, our journey had truly begun.

[2006 Edit: Yes, yes, thrilling, isn’t it? A flat tire between Buffalo and Cleveland, the stuff road movies are made of. Have patience. It all gets funnier once we get further South.]