My weekends tend to be full of excitement one way or another. Friday night, some friends and i decide to go out for a night on the town before this big competition in the morning. We went to our local hang out spot in Chipotle. Any Chipotle restaurant is know as our spot weather its in Pasadena or Culver City. We've been to them all. So as we order our food, we noticed the tow truck circling around my friends car.
It was almost like a hawk about to swoop down for its prey. So we head out as we take the food to go in a rush, we run out and tell the tow truck driver that we'll move the car. Luckily we got luck and we slipped him a 10 dollar bill and he turn the other way and walked away. This occured at about 9:30pm. To me, the night was still young. So we decided to head back to his place which was a 30 min drive from the restaurant.
So my friend doesnt live on the most evenly leveled street, but he decided to hit full speed going up hill. These streets are not regular streets. They are hollywood knoll streets. they are so freaking small. He drives a Range Rover and just makes fitting into the streets, when we hit a pot hole in the street and the tire blows.
We had no choice but to do it our self's. I just find it funny that in schools, we learn how to add 2+2 but nobody ever thought me about a jack point that the car has. I thought school was supposed to help us survive the real world. We actually took about 45mins trying to put the jack right.
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