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PORTUGUESE LINGUISTICS & CULTURE |
Autor: | PPAULO |
E-mail: | não-disponível |
Data: | 29/JUN/2011 1:51 AM |
Assunto: | PPaulo |
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I had spared you from story about the burst tyre when coming to a city named Afonso Bezerra. Right on arriving there was debris on the right side of the road (maintenance they say). Only two cars could pass in it, there was a a pebble (or more aptly describing a rock) insisted in getting in my way tough I veered from it (but miscalculated the angle), boom! the characteristic loud popping noise, luckily I had slowed the speed. We had it replaced in the spot, with some delay. Okay, I confess the spare tyre was not calibrated! it had to be sent away for refilling the air in it. We decided to stay; next day the tyre pressure was...zero! it was flat as a pancake, we found a garage where it was fixed, it had some little punctures or holes, it had to be sealed with a gel-like thingun. I left the kids there having fun in a farm and went out for a white-knuckle driving along the BR-263, with the hair-raising 31 km experience to Angicos to get a replacement to the spare tyre, to no avail. Then we hauled ass to Assu (far from Angicos 40 km) where we discovered it was the Patron Saint´s day, we got back empty-handed (or empty-tyred). All shops closed. Well, I got used to the idea, wound up getting back all the way home on the spare one. However, it will get back to his original (spare part) function the soonest, I hope. At least, I will have a helluva thrill ride story to tell to my grandchildren one day! |