Wife and sister-in-law decided to do some yard work at dusk. Took out the UTV and drove one of the tires right off the rim.
I tell them to check the oil, check the tires, check the fuel.
Nah. That makes sense. We don't need to do that stuff.
So with the sun below the horizon line I'm trying to get the rim off the UTV while my sister-in-law "helps" me. I get it off, finally, carry it to the far garage (because of course we are on the opposite side of the property from where I have the air compressor, tools, etc), wrap a ratchet strap around the tire while my sister-in-law questions everything I am doing because she is being 'helpful' and tighten the strap. Get the bead to come in contact with the rim. Remove the valve core, inject a bottle of SLIME, reinstall the valve core, inflate the tire, roll it around a bit to spread the slime around ... carry it all the way back to the other edge of the property blah blah blah
Of course my hand is now bleeding, hand slipped off the 4-way lug wrench and slammed it into the ground, tearing the skin on my fingers. What fun. What fun.
Get the UTV back to the workshop and check the other 3 tires for low air pressure. Yup, 3 out of 4 tires were low on air. WTF?
Wife is hiding upstairs.
Sister-in-law is in her apartment.
Bourbon is in my glass.