Remember what I said about not listening to people tell you that changing tires is difficult? Well, turns out you shouldn't listen to them when they say to tighten the bolts only as far as your body weight will take them either (especially if you weigh less than 130lbs).
Ever wonder what it feels like to have a tire come loose while driving at 80-90 kms/hr? It's kinda wobbly, there's a lot of swerving, and a few "Oh shit!"s are generally uttered while you try to pull to the side of the highway in one piece. Here's some sage advice based on my new found hands on experience: when changing your own tires, if you don't have one of those fancy air gun doohickies they use at a shop, find the heaviest, strongest, meanest mother fucker you know to reef on those suckers until the sweat starts to bead on his forehead. Then give him a big kiss and tell him about how strong and sexy he is.
I don't care if I have to throw my back out trying to undo the bolts should I have a flat tire. A sore back is better than a broken back from a high speed accident due to a tire deciding it wants to go on a different road trip than the rest of the van.
Aside from that, I have found my new favourite stretch of highway in BC. The 5A from Princeton to Aspen Grove is divine, especially in the late afternoon with the sun low in the sky painting everything with gold.
Now, off to mow a friend's lawn and drink mojitos! Don't know which I'm looking forward to most, getting to do lawn art while driving circles using one of those little tractor mowers or sipping on fresh minty nectar while watching the local wildlife. Should probably do the lawn first...