Roadguy has been out of town for a few days (more on that later), and as a non-paying houseguest, he’s been subjected to the scheduling whims of his hosts. When he arose yesterday, for example, he was surprised to find himself heading off to a tire store, where one of the hosts was acquiring new tires for his Accord.

I’m no longer in the market for tires myself (see previous post), but I managed to amuse myself in the waiting area, where a TV news program reported on an unusual transportation study, one in which a bicyclist determined that he was more likely to be hit by motor vehicles when he donned a helmet. Check out the Reuters version of the story, which includes the tidbit that drivers gave the researcher a wider and safer berth whenever he pedaled while wearing a blonde wig. (As a mane-free individual, Roadguy found this worrisome.)

My friend’s Accord stayed aloft on a lift for quite some time, and we joked that perhaps the mechanics were installing hovercraft capabilities. Eventually, though, its new tires were in place and we arrived back at my friends’ home, where one of them discovered a news story out of Long Island about an Accord that actually flew — right into a second-story bathroom. It was a reminder that, while tires are our friends, they can only do so much to keep us on the road.

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