Flat Tire

EXT. WILSHIRE BLVD. NIGHT.

We see Daniel's Camry cruising down the rural end of Wilshire. Tree lines sandwich the hazardous road.

INT. DANIEL'S CAR. NIGHT.
Both of Daniel's hands are on the wheel and his window's down. He's swaying off beat to Le Disko by Shiny Toy Guns. He's alone.

A sudden thud and jolt to the right rip his attention for the radio.

DANIEL:
Acthung! Never hit a pothole so hard.

There's no immediate damage, so Daniel keeps driving.

EXT. MATTHEW'S HOUSE. MORNING.

Daniel gets in his Camry, starts it, and drives six feet. Somethings not right. He parks the car and goes straight to the front right tire. Totally flat.

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So I've been driving on a spare since yesterday morning. Matthew's dad, Scott, helped me examine the tire. We found a large bubble where the side wall was busted. These are still pretty new tires, so I was pretty upset about replacing it.

I called my brother (he bought the tires for me), and told me I had road hazard warranty on my tires. But I don't have the receipt. I'm going to visit Hibdon Tire today, and see if they will replace the tire without the receipt. Hopefully! I'd rather not spend $70 dollars on a new tire.