about my yesterday's trip to Moscow time (12/02/2010) — logbook Toyota Corolla Levin 1994

morning. alarm. 5.30. "yes, shut up you! got up already" flashed through my head.
no signs of trouble. too lazy to get up. nor cold at 25 degrees. nor the road surface, which in our village is 80% rolled snow. nor mine, the best on the planet, rubber, worn almost to "0" on the rear axle …
5.45. I'm leaving. I open the car. another thought: "just start, dear." I sit down, squeeze the clutch, turn the key in the lock and in a second the whole house listens to the sound of forward flow at almost 3000rpm. waiting 5 minutes. We went to the ATM to withdraw some money.
— "the ATM is unable to initiate this operation at the moment"
— "faggots drank syrup", okay, I'll go like that. "About what Chotky povorotik!". 2nd gear, speed 50, gas release, steering wheel turn, handbrake almost simultaneously, gas, slight movement of the steering wheel in the opposite direction and straight ahead, without releasing the gas. "it turned out great, it's a pity no one saw)" ...
... - "damn it! Yes, I don’t have enough benzene until the next gas station!"
— "Duc-Duc-Duc-Duc…"
— "Does our gas station accept cards?"
— "Duc-Duc-Duc-Duc…"
— "Here's a deer! There's another ATM!" (Just almost passed him sideways)
— "Duc-Duc-Duc-Duc ..."
— "What's that sound?"
— "Duc-Duc-Duc-Duc …"
— "Arrived! Drifter fucking! Right front wheel razbortirovalsya!
(here begins a dialogue with himself) bullshit! I have a full size spare!
yeah, on summer tires…
well, you know, the one you drive is also not really winter… let’s
agree
to change?
no, lol! so let's go!
that's about the same thing! "...
... 6.05. I open the trunk, both inner voices at the same time: PILAT! I won't list what was in the trunk, but it was full. under the cover. needless to say that the wheel is at the very bottom, and the jack under the spare tire?
… took it apart. changed it. withdrew money. refueled. drove out. 7.20...
...great start to the day!

... m4 highway. passing by "24-hour tire service". an already familiar dialogue with oneself:
— “can we stop by? yes
lan! everything will be fine!

…10.40. food slowly in the 2nd row 90-110 do not touch anyone. 10-15 kilometers before reaching the Moscow Ring Road I hear the already familiar sound
"Duc-Duc-Duc-Duc-Duc-Duc-Duc-Duc ..."
I go out. this is true. The second front wheel is flat!
— "Why?!
SHUT UP! somewhere out there, in front, there is a gas station, and there is a tire service on it ..."
there is nothing to do, I take off the wheel, take it from the dismantled one and march to the gas station 500 meters, 8 lanes of the Federal Highway and I am at the gas station! they made only one wheel, which was disassembled, and the second was simply pumped up, because there was a possibility that it was chewed ...
... ran back, put the wheel on. guess what? yeah, that's right, chewed!
— "why?
and if it goes down, I'll do it, there are plenty of tire fitting shops in Moscow time!
iron logic ..."

… reached the university, without incident and almost without traffic jams. at the university, oddly enough, they were sympathetic to the fact that I did not pass a single control and was allowed to the session ...

... then I went to Vavilov. there he threw off some things and to Leningrad. again no problem!

...slowly but surely I was approaching the goal of my trip...

... among other things, in the evening I wanted to drop in on a teammate - VVega, measure compression, chat, give him the brake discs, which I machined (not myself, of course) at his request, well, and so, in a trifle), but this panda works up to I knew what he was happy about (stsuko) and told me by phone, so I had to go to him in such a F, I arrived. handed over the disks. exchanged courtesies with VVega and I went back, no, not like that! … and I stood back! at first I just stood there...
...then I rode, well, oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

…and finally the destination — Novoostapovskaya street. Now I will explain why all this was started.

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but that's not the end of the story. I left Moscow for almost 3 hours. avriy was sho polar fox! every 200 meters, the kissers stood steadily!
Who can guess what happened on the way home? Yep, flat tire! so I got home at 23.30 ...

this is such an adventure! my friend and I drove to Vologda this summer one day, and so, there were much fewer adventures, and the distance was 1600 versus 500 ...

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