After days like those, my personal solution is beer.
And order out. For pizza. With nothin’ fancy on it. Don’t want to tempt the gods, after all: where you can, you gotta lie low and play it safe until this passes.
If it’s just a nail hole, I repair it on the spot without taking the wheel off. I keep a plug kit in the truck and a small compressor that runs off the cigarette lighter. Piece o’ cake and done in less time than you can jack the car up.
Also, rotate your tires perodicaly so that they all wear evenly. They’ll last a lot longer.
Well, shit happens. Better days are coming.
Who’s got the church key?
Satan – as a member of the group that partakes in “catch & release” programs for spiders found in my domicile, let me say that fleas and ticks (and occasionally ants if they’re really over-running you) are probably my only exceptions to my ‘sentient beings’ policy. [Of course, I haven’t had to endure roaches yet…] Fleas and ticks hurt my babies (not to mention my ankles) and like a mother bear defending her cubs, the line of compassion is blurred due to instinct and for the sake of self-preservation. 
Besides, such SMALL parasites (mites are in that category also) are more akin to a virus than a creature.
I know you were joking but thought I’d explain my slightly LESS than compassionate stance on fleas… Besides, Phil will argue with you on the “insects are animals” position (trust me!).
<sarcastic mode on>Damn, now I gotta go spending my weekend with a bunch of drunk Dopers–can life get worse?!</smo>:wally
Peta T.
Reading it back–I wanted to make sure the Doper in question know I was just kidding. Maybe I’ll even get tipsy myself–heavens!
You mean they can exist (above age 21) without being simultaneously drunk?
::GDR::