A few weeks ago, my “check tire” light came on for the first time. Actually, I had no idea what the light was. It’s symbol was exactly this: (!) . Does that look like a “check tire” light to you? I was determined to figure it out by myself, so I pulled over, got out my manual, and after quite a bit of searching, found that it meant my tire pressure was low.
As soon as I finally found the explanation for the mysterious signal, of course, another set of lights came on that was actually a visual, showing that it was my back left tire. That sure would have been useful a few minutes earlier.
Still determined to be self-sufficient, I got out and checked it, and it didn’t look low, so I drove to the nearest gas station (slowly) and a) checked my pressure, b) compared it to what my door said it should be, and c) aired it up to appropriate levels all by myself!!!
I was so proud. I of course immediately text messaged Chris with my successes, and he was proud of me also!
Fast forward to last week: While Chris was in the car over the weekend, the lights came on again. Indication: slow leak (yes, I came up with this conclusion ON MY OWN!!). So Chris found where there was a nail in the tire and showed it to me, and asked me if I could use my super-car-powers again and get it plugged one day during the week before we left for the beach. I eagerly agreed, hoping to show my true self-sufficiency! So I was careful to note that the nail was right above the second “o” in Goodyear, so I was all prepared to fix my problem.
The very next day, I drove to Express Oil Change, and confidently told the service man that “I had a nail in my back left tire right above the second “o” in Goodyear.” I was really hoping to impress him. It worked – I got a “wow, you have a good memory, ma’am!!”.
So he then gives me these long winded instructions about pulling out wide and pulling into one of the bays. I was aggravated, because he obviously assumed that I was a woman driver, giving me instructions on how to park. Hmph. And I thought I impressed him.
So I pulled in perfectly, only to get a disappointed look from him as he and made a circular motion with his hand. Oh. He was giving me long winded instructions because he wanted me to BACK in the bay. I was embarrassed that I lived up to his “woman driver” expectations.
So then I was flustered because I knew what he was thinking, and forgot to put it in park when he got the tire to where he wanted it, and so had to back up and go forward again to get the tire right.
Ugh. So much for impressing him with my self-sufficiency and ability to follow instructions.
This all made me think of all of my recent driving “occurrences”, for lack of a nicer word. I won’t even link them all into this post – I don’t want to relive them. I really used to be a very good driver. It seems like it has all gone downhill since I had a baby, so I’m wondering if it could be one of those lingering after-effects of childbirth.
You know how some people’s body chemistry changes after they have babies? I’m not talking about changes in the shape of the belly area, which I am convinced never really goes back to “normal” no matter how much weight is lost (at least I tell myself that to feel better). I’m talking about physiological changes. For instance: I had terrible allergy problems until I got pregnant, and they’ve never come back.
Could my bad driving be another result of childbirth?
Anyone else had any weird changes after childbirth?