Good, there’s a gap. Just ease the car over, mind the kerb, slow down, give it room, give it room, not so much that you look like an amateur, but certainly don’t risk the rim and… lurch, graunch… what the heck?
I get out. Inspect. Oh no. The front left wheel has dipped into a sunken drain cover. The lurch has tipped the wheel in and tugged it sideways.
Is there a nick on the rim? No… wait… oh, gosh, yes. Yes, there is. Small, but it’s there. Drat, darnit and botheration. I’m cross. Cross with the kerbstone. Cross with the unseen drain. Cross with myself. Cross, cross, cross. Crosser than when I have to look at a PowerPoint presentation.
And, yes, I’m cross with the wheel. Stupid wheels. Stupid…
