Peter offered to give his brother Andrew a ride up to his house in Sandy since we were headed up there. So Andrew came over and when Peter got home we left. Kind of. Peter backed up out of the parking spot and we heard a crazy scraping noise. We (Peter) finally figured out that the frame of the car was hitting the back tire. So we rearranged by weight--Andrew driving, me in the front seat and Peter in the back. And we moved all the potatoes and cans to the front and around Brita. Then it only hit on bumps or when we turned left.
It was a pretty exciting ride. Something between a roller coaster and a horror movie. Here are some pictures of our scraped tire.
2 comments:
Did you come up with an actual weight limit?
So, what you're saying is - I'm not going to be allowed to ride in your car.
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