// June 26th, 2006 // 15 Comments » // General, Photos
Not so long ago in a place not so far away there once was a nasty stretch of road in Bellairs Drive, Northriding. The road was filled with potholes and any unsuspecting driver would face dire consequences should he venture on this road without the necessary precautions.
Fast forward from 10 March 2006 to 18 June 2006.
This time our driver was travelling from Paul Roux back to Johanneburg via Secunda and on the stretch between Vrede and Standerton lo-and-behold there was yet again a nasty stretch of road filled with potholes. Err let me maybe rephrase that – the stretch of potholes were interspersed with small sections of tar.
So picture this, travelling at around 80 km/h behind a truck and a bakkie with trailer, dodging potholes, I mean tar, as though you’re playing Gran Turismo when suddenly you see the truck and bakkie dip suddenly in the road. You go into defensive driving mode, everything around you seems to slow down. In front of you, merely 10 meters ahead and closing fast, a pothole the size of an impact crater in the middle of the road, a second smaller one on the left, cars coming from the front, a beemer on your ass and a non-existent yellow line and jagged edged road surface. What do you do? Brace for impact and try not to hit anything, but the smaller pothole.
BAM!! The front left tyre strikes the pothole with such force and sound that all passengers wake instantly from their dreamy long-weekend sleep deprived snooze.
Car starts veering to the left – you fear the worst, you switch your hazard lights on (by now the impatient ass-creeper beemer has manoeuvred passed) and you look out for a suitable place to stop on the side of the road to do the dreaded inspection.
Luckily the damage was not as bad to the rim, but the tyre is suitably screwed. It actually turned a slight blue/green colour – what’s up with that?
A quick unpacking of the whole boot and a tyre change later, we’re on the road again, some passengers slightly rattled by the whole ordeal, others quite energized by the fact that there was so much excitement in one day.
So back to Tiger Wheel and Tyre on Saturday morning to get a replacement tyre, a wheel rotation, some alignment changes and a lovely dent in the wallet and you’re on your way again.
Somehow I feel cheated by the fact that a brand new tyre had to be replaced – again. Potholes suck.