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Input: Text: i like storytelling, so this is long with a lot of details and history. tl:dr at the bottom.

for the past 6 weeks, my back right tire has had a slow leak and loses air. i had to keep refilling it every 2 weeks or so. and then, 3 days ago, my front right tire suddenly went totally flat. 

no problem, i said. i've got my spare and a jack in the trunk.

i coast gently into a gas station that was luckily pretty much right next to me when my tire went flat. i grab the jack and get to work.

it was midnight at this time, so i wanted to swap out the tires pretty quick. i was aiming for 10 minutes. that hope was dashed to pieces, when the first nut wouldn't loosen. close to 10 minutes i was, putting all my weight on my wrench. stomping on it. bashing it. the thing wouldn't loosen.

someone who was getting gas comes over and asks if i want a hand. i accept, and this guy starts cranking down on the wrench, again to no avail. 

"jesus, this thing is tight"

he cracks it soon after, and the other 4 come off a little easier. beautiful. let's raise the car.

we work away, and get the spare tire on with no problems. i've never actually changed a tire before. i've known how to do it, but have never actually needed to perform it. so as we're going, i watch what he does to see if there are any techniques that i maybe didn't know about. one of his 'techniques' however, led to my fuck-up.

we finish up, i offer him $20 for his time and trouble. he politely declines, and we part ways. 

i decide on my way home, that i'm going to change out all my tires when i get home. even though it'll be 1am and i need to work in the morning. i can't drive around on a leaky tire and a donut forever. i have 4 tires on rims at my house, so since i'm in that tire-changing mood, i swap out all 4 wheels and put the spare back in the trunk. wicked. 

now, what the man did at the gas station is tighten up the nuts by hand. without a torque wrench, i suppose it's the best a man can do. i imagined this was standard procedure. just hork down on the nuts until they don't turn no more. 

so the next morning, i head to work on my 'new' rims/tires. by the end of the day, driving home, they start making more and more noise. odd. i just inflated them the night before, the car isn't pulling to one side, nothing feels wobbly. what the hell?

i drive up to play hockey a few hours later, and by the time i got to the rink, the sound was much louder. i got to the arena early, so i grabbed my jack and hoisted the front left wheel (where it sounded like most of the noise was coming from) and spin it by hand to see if i can hear what might be making the noise. it's quiet as teller. 

i call my buddy and explain what is going on. changed my tires, making noise, etc etc. maybe i didn't explain it enough, because at the end of that call, his diagnosis and reasoning was basically 'no problem. keep driving on it, but you'll need new tires soon'

so that's what i did. i kept driving. it sounded unnerving, and i didn't really want to push my car past 80km/h. i stayed off the highway coming home from hockey, and took the back roads. i got home in one piece, with no change in noise and handling.

which brings us to today. when i fucked up.

driving to work this morning sounded and felt different than the previous night. i was hearing more noise from the rear left tire this time. it was louder and grind-y. going along a back road, it felt just a touch wobbly, but i attributed that to the road conditions. it isn't the most maintained road. lots of bumps and dips and uneven pavement. it's safe to say, it would feel wobbly to a car with brand new tires, perfectly aligned and everything. 

i get onto a faster two-lane highway soon after, and i don't feel any wobble anymore. noise, yes. it's still noisy as not teller. but i felt that i was right about the pavement on the other road causing some shake rattle and roll. 

3 minutes later...

boom!

"yep..." i said. really. i felt a tire give out and all i said was a calm, unimpressed "yep...". i wasn't sure what had happened here. i assumed a flat tire. but that idea changed when i looked into the rearview mirror a second later and saw a few sparks coming off behind my car. and this scraping noise makes me think that there is no rubber whatsoever touching the ground...

i pull off to the side, get out and look at what has happened. there is no tire. there is no rim. all i see is a rusty ol' brake drum.

ah. i see. so my wheel has fallen off, i realize. 

i take a closer look at the brake drum and see 5 bolts (what i later learn are actually called 'wheel studs') and 2 of them are bent to shit. 

'ok' i say. 'well, not even a spare tire is gonna mount to these bolts. let's call a tow truck'

the tow truck comes by and, for one, is impressed at the fact that i was even able to pull the car off to the side of the road. he asks me where the missing wheel is. i say "i don't know. i didn't see where it went. i suppose it would be somewhere in those weeds down there", pointing down the road a ways. i decided against towing my car to a shop. i instead chose to bring it home to my driveway. i felt this was a problem i could fix on my own, with tools that i have, in my own driveway. i didn't need to leave my car at a shop, possibly for another 2 days, and then pay hundreds of dollars to fix. not to mention trying to find a ride from the shop back home, and then back to the shop when my car would be fixed. nope. i'm determined to sink an afternoon into this and doing it myself. 

we get it dropped off in my driveway and i immediately get to work. jack up the car, and take things apart. i started with the brake drum to remove the old bent studs from the hub. (thank you, cheesily-made youtube video, and arena-phone-call friend who shall be named c from this point on). 

i'm soon quite proud of myself. the most i've even done to my own car is oil changes. by now, i've taken my rim off (or rather...i suppose it was already off...), i've taken off the drum and the old studs. it is a simple procedure, but it's the most i've ever been involved with mechanics. i've seen how everything goes together, and what i need to replace and just generally, what i need to do to be mobile again. it's easy. i got this.

meanwhile as i'm taking things apart and looking things over, i'm texting and calling c with updates and he's giving me some input and pointers. it's only 10:30 at this point, i have a full day to put this together. there is an auto store about 10km away, and i have a bike. i'll ride to the store, spend a couple bucks on parts and have this thing rolling on 4 wheels again by mid-afternoon. happy times. cue confidence.

oh, the humanity! hockey last night was 3-on-3. as a goalie, this hurts the next day. you don't get a break in between the pipes. there's no shifts, no breathers. it's an hour straight up dropping to your knees, pushing yourself around and getting back up. i digress. the point is, my legs were still dead at this point, and these hills! a 20km round trip on bike, with these hills! aaaah!

but i made it. i got to the store, bought my parts, rode home and crashed on the couch, exhausted. i didn't crash as in 'fall asleep'. just slouched down, not wanting to move. alas, work still needed to be done. the sooner the better, as daylight doesn't last forever. by this point, it was almost 3pm. my wheel fell off nearly 6 hours ago, and it's still not fixed. 

within a few minutes, i was back outside at my car, putting in my shiny new wheel studs. the problem was, i couldn't get them in all the way. they weren't sitting flush with the hub, because i have zero strength. not because i was tired from my bike ride. i just plain don't have arm strenght at anytime. c had called me here and offered to come over to help. he knows cars like teller knows magic. he's also much stronger than i am. with his muscle, these new studs have to go all the way! "come over if you want, but don't go too far out of your way"  i say.

he arrives soon after, and between him and me, and our combined muscle power (95/5 ratio, him and me, respectively), we crank the studs into the hub until they're flush. we hammer the brake drum back on, and get everything put back together. then the spare tire goes on. then my brand new lug nuts (the 5 old ones are still scattered in a ditch somewhere). and once the studs, drum, wheel and nuts are all on, c brings out a fascinating device. "what is that?" i ask, motioning to this long metal stick. "this is something that you're supposed to use so that wheels don't fall off"

this is a torque wrench. 

c shows me what it does, how to use it, and how it clicks when the nuts are tight enough. 

it all clicked, when the wrench clicked.

see, i don't have one of those. i just did what the friendly samaritan did at the gas station two nights earlier. i just cranked down on my wrench that came with the jack until nothing moved anymore. but with my supreme lack of arm strength, this was not nearly enough. c loosened the nuts on another wheel by hand, with no effort, using a regular wrench. and here lies the problem.

we ended up checking all the other wheels and rims for damage, since i had been driving around for 2 days with not-tight-enough rims. all else looked good, so we called it a job well done. (or rather, i called it a job well done. c called it a job that should never have even had to be done)

as a wee addendum, i went out later in the evening and searched for that elusive runaway wheel. after maybe 25 minutes of tramping through 5 foot high weeds, farmers fields, ditches and trees, i did find the little rapscallion in a corn field, about 150 feet down the road from where it first fell off , and about 30 feet away from the road itself.

TIFU by not using a torque wrench when changing my tires