This morning I grabbed a cup of coffee and as is my normal routine I did a quick walk around of my truck checking the tires, brakes, and lights. Everything was good so I filled out my log book and started down the road.
About 30 miles later I entered the OR weigh station. They pulled me around for an inspection. As I had just checked everything a half an hour earlier, was running legal, and my log was current, I wasn't worried.
I should have been.
It seems that somewhere in that 30 miles between the truck stop and the weigh station I picked up a rather large nail in one of my drive tires. It was about as flat as a tire can get. Damn!
The DOT officer was a really nice guy but he had no choice but to place me out of service until the tire is repaired. So now I am sitting here with a big orange Out of Service placard on my windshield waiting for the road service truck to arrive from the same truck stop that I had just left.
If I ever catch up to Murphy I'm going to strangle the bastard.