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Since there car at home, a very recurrent fight I have with my mother is that she does not like to walk very fast , you alter the nerves, turns on the passenger seat where it can, as they tick, and asks very sulphurous me that the speed down.

One day, for example, we were her, my grandmother and I headed for Yumbo to visit relatives on the trip I fucked all the way to go down to the speed you, "Daddy, lower," "Daddy, lower "" Daddy, turn it down " said. "Calm down ma ',' ma quiet, quiet ma," he answered. And my grandmother quiet.

The road was in perfect condition, we went on and the speed did not exceed 100 kilometers per hour.

I randomly so that my reaction was hard to answer, I said let me handle quiet, not tell me anything else and if not, that could well take the keys and keep driving it, that I returned Cali no matter for we were already halfway.

This time the discussion stayed there, but one day, talking to my sister and other relatives, went up the subject and my mom told us that she does not like you drive fast because you never know what can happen and, above all, because suddenly, and I quote his own words, "gets a flat tire."

I was between laughter and rage that argument, why do you always have to think, and generalize because I know that this is the most moms-that something bad will happen? One must be cautious, yes, be careful what they wish, but what will come out a tire? So, Mom, if we kill out a tire, period, go one at a speed that is. We kill.

A recent ad says that moms are the future, and may be true, but, as she said "the paspi Suso," that is "interesting but debatable." Perhaps that power only serves mediums when it comes to bad things. Why go and say, "Son, do not worry about not having studied for the part, something tells me you're going to win," No. Insurance does not happen.

Instead they see you studying all week, staying out late, and partial day they tell you: "ay millet, leave half an hour earlier, one does not know what might happen, What if the bus is vare ?. " And you do not listen to them and who has fixed the bus yard, a late and not let him enter the partial file. Also applies to robbery, twisted stand, showers and, who would imagine, for situations involving the tires of the car.

recently took my sister to work well at 5:50 am, everything seemed normal, went all the "Simón Bolívar", the speed was just a way that requires just as important as this and after spending several days, Julito was talking about the royal wedding, for me that I was enjoying the Prince Harry, but do not hold anyone, "then suddenly I see that the car was in front of us very sharply elusive unidentified element served as a barrier across the middle of the road. I, as I had no opportunity view at a considerable distance to avoid at all costs, I ended up stepping on one of the front wheels which proved to be a rock the size of a cantaloupe and as deformed as the face of Valencia Cossio. The punctured was fixed. My sister took a taxi to work and I stayed there to drift.

"Julian Think, think!. What would a brilliant mind at a time like this? "I thought as I was discouraged. It is not my fault that my mind does not cast ega after having built to make it bright.

What was, ah? I never played, I had never been so well grounded. I was once very punch-o at least so they said, but within wheels was my first time. Nor have I eaten a gordita, as if to say he knew something about handling tires. But no, my experience with all types of tires, as I said, was invalid.

I thought of calling my friend Lozano, who has always liked the "barbie-Chon", but when I got the phone this was downloaded. He would not ignite. It could not be more wrong: pinched and held incommunicado. Oh, and without bathing, it remained to be without money. And then, well, the door was the coins that I give people to take care of me the car. With that punch me, right?

case. I tried and tried but the phone did not ignite. I asked Dr. House, the only God in whom I trust with my eyes closed, "but nothing, would not start.

5 minutes, only 5 minutes of battery needed to call the insurance. But it was impossible. I looked at around and saw some puestico even those that sell minutes, which is why you'll hit a calvazo the next you hear say that such things are on every corner. I

people who are bitten by the self-sufficient and does not like to ask favors of strangers, do not even like talking to strangers, if you greet them, nor look at them, nothing. Unless it is an old well good, of course, there indeed will I do everything just by looking. But that is another matter.

said I do not like asking for favors to people who do not know, but at this juncture, in this painful situation, but that was not to look as good people and ask a passerby to lend me his cell phone for a moment.

was not easy, I know, for me and for the other person. Nobody expected that, having got up early in the morning, a stranger approaches you with face-no-I went to ask you borrow a cell phone while you just want to quickly pass the bus that takes you to work.

had no choice, so we did: I approached a man, told him what I had passed, I had downloaded the cell phone and call the insurance needed to come for me, or something. The man at the beginning was a little skeptical but eventually handed me his cell with some fear. And with good reason, then, what was happening to me was nothing more than a BlackBerry. There

turned to thank my God has made me a fan of Deportivo Cali. Yes, thank goodness I'm from Cali and I have swollen face American. The physical features of the "sugar" inspire, above all, a lot of confidence, but instead an American ... well, let well. Just hope you do not get me wrong, I'm not saying that all scarlet fans are thieves. No. I have good American friends and I know it's not their fault they were born with that problem in the head, over time I learned to understand, just that, giving me the freedom to accommodate a phrase from my friend Daniel Samper Ospina, it is important to note that if While not every American fan is a thief, a thief is a fan if all American. But let's not stray from the subject.

sure, which I called the number it had in the glove compartment, and they said that since the time it was, I could provide mechanical assistance, but the towing service. I told them that no matter who it was, the important thing was out of it soon.

By hanging I wanted to make a joke man I had borrow the phone: I thought about making the feint of running away but then I thought about it and decided against it, now you can not make these graces, for minor things have been stripped more than one, and I'm still not age exit at "Q'hubo." I can imagine the headline: "doubly pinched" or "it broke after puncturing a tire, now her mother broke down in tears." It definitely was not time or place or time to give me the funny.

So I armed myself with patience, the old insurance told me that the crane arrived about an hour and I had to find a way to make that expected least boring as possible. What I did was stand next to the car and see other cars as they passed.

suddenly became a traffic cop out there and stuck there approached me to ask what had happened:

"I came over here by the Simón Bolívar and a very large stone that was fucking in the middle of the street, I stabbed the llantica "I said.

- Have you got a flat stone? Huy, who the very queer stone was crushed to joke with his play on words chimbo. Insurance clown had breakfast that day.

The traffic policeman noticed that I did not like his attempt to joke because I did not say anything only me and just look ugly. Then he turned serious:

- What rim? He asked.

- Which tire? "I replied coldly.

"The Replacement.

"There in the car. I have 5, do not see?

-No.

"There are: two forward, three steps back. There are any posts, let me say, are re-posts.

The fool that at the beginning of that joke laughed so silly but then seriously told me to try to punch faster, to look all the congestion that had armed my fault. I told him good, I explained that to me was not fun to be there can be at home sleeping and told him the crane he was to come.

Pasadita came when the crane operator greeted me very kindly, did what he had to do and within a couple of minutes and we were on the way home. In my house my mom.

Arriving first thing I did was go home and put a pot load that I have as a cell, then I called my mom and told her what had happened.

"What was, Mom, I poked in the car.

- What did you say?

"I'll be poked in the car, Mom.

"Tell me harder.

- May Pitch in the car!

- What?! He cried in alarm.

"Oh, yes I understand, right? "Definitely one hears what he wants to hear" that poked me in the car, Mom, click the word "fuck the wheel turned."

- But how?

Then he narrated the details of the case, said he had called the lift and not to worry about already in the house.

"Oh good," he said change the tire.

- How to change the tire so I maybe I do that? Also, what tire I'm changing, where is the other?

"The spare is there under the car.

- Under the car? I asked between skeptical and wondering "how is going to be a tire under the car? Is he not rather in the cellar?

"Oh man, do not be stubborn that is there, underneath. Carolina saw the day we did the survey in the car, she said, lean over and see, "Carolina is a friend of hers from work, who, if true what my mom says, I mentioned tickets here for Ahuevo. How can he say that the tire was underneath?

To me it made me very strange that, but since I know nothing about cars, I gave him the benefit of the doubt I was happy to find the tire that allegedly was under the car. I bent down on one side, on the other hand, once, twice, but nothing, I did not see anything. Have stolen it, I thought, do not miss the little man in the parking lot stealing spare tires that are under the cars, that sure is swell American, or political.

Then I went to be that usually get me out of adverse situations how are you, "the Fi"-to tell new readers pronounced "fai" and I will not say who it is because in many past issues I have mentioned. Pretend it is my brother, confórmense with it.

I went to the house "Fi", which is just around the mine and taking into account the seriousness of the matter-I had to go to university, I was in the painful duty to wake him and ask him to help me punch and out. By then it was the 8:30 am or so.

The "Fi" as usual was fully prepared to help with that, I woke up just stepped out of bed and together they came to my house to see how we did. He opened the cellar and pulled out-I do not know where he had never seen it in my car, everything you need to make this delicate operation in the car. He took a cat, a spider, a kit emergency, who would imagine, even a spare tire.
have to unscrew the wheel, in most cases you want to change, it is not recommended to the other, there are data-pull, lift the car with the cat-which, incidentally, should be a mechanic, do not believe that neither the "cat" Smith, or the "cat" Arce, who is also a friend of this house, be able to lift a car on their own, "remove the tire, put spare lower the car with the jack screw in the new and clever. Simple. And I even learned the steps. I was made

lulo despinchandas on, so much so that when I pass, if you do not know about the topic, feel free to call me a go and advisers. No matter where you are, no matter the spare tire, do not worry that if they do not have it, we tell the "cat" Arce to go to the nearest parking lot and steal a car that some have below. For my readers anything.