Man, yesterday was a tougher than usual morning. I awoke to find one of my rear tires flat ("crap" was my exact expression I believe). I proceed to gently drive the car to the gas station to fill it up with air. There was no seeping noise so I figured, what the heck. By this time, I was already about 30 minutes late and figured I'd better haul some ass to make up some time. The entire time, I kept lowering my side mirror to see how the big band of rubber my life was riding on was doing...seemed ok. When I got to school, it looked alright. Luckily, I was only a couple of minutes late to class. Unluckily, however, we had surprise test. Professor Mosh is actually a very good teacher, but his penchant for totally unannounced tests and quizzes keeps the class on edge.
I did ok on the test, but was a little frazzled afterwards, not to mention zonked from lack of sleep and coffee deprivation. I got the set of tires replaced (considering the others had cracked tread) and am riding on a new set of Yokohama YK520s. They're very grippy which but smooth at the same time. I'm hoping the over-grippy-ness calms down after a few hundred miles. Here's to burning rubber and burning credit.