Today I taught myself how to put air in tires at a gas station.
For years, I believed myself incapable and asked for assistance with this seemingly daunting task.
This fateful morning, however, the obstacle was the way. The auto body shop next door was unexpectedly closed, and the two gas stations in my village were unable to assist. With our day-trip to the Appalachian Trail on the line, it was act or go home.
As the Final Countdown played in my head, I approached the machine and offered it my card. Once the air started hissing, I unscrewed my first cap, affixed the nozzle tightly, checked the reading (26!), and waited until the meter flashed END once the tire pressure reached 32. The next three tires were a breeze.
I was so proud of my accomplishment that I returned to the pump 20 minutes later to memorialize the occasion with these photos. As I waited my turn patiently, I admired a gentleman’s technique of unscrewing all four caps before starting the machine.
Today’s the day. Go get ’em.
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