Know what. The Lord works in mysterious ways. During lunch, I noticed my tire was flat. I went to air it up with the company's heavy duty truck mounted air conditioner, and BOOM. Darn tube came out between the bead and rim when I wasn't looking. Actually, I was stressing because when I was doing that(on the clock) the boss rolled up and I was like "oh crap... Here I am using company equipment on company time for my own stuff...". The boss didn't care and we talked about my "Harley" for a bit. He calls it my Harley. He also calls my knife a "fight club knife". I tell him it's a "I live in a bad neighborhood and I'm not a trained fighter knife.". A karambit or whatever. So I got a ride home and I'll be trucking tomorrow.