<p>Yah. The folks at the vet's office know me well enough so that they won't make me bring Pip in for a look-over. I'll pick up some antibiotics at lunch for the beastie.</p>
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<p>Funny moment from yesterday: On the way home from spinning, I was part of a long line of cars, moving only at 10-15 miles an hour, following a dump-truck style of vehicle. (kind that has two sets of rear tires). Smoke was coming out from behind the vehicle, and although I couldn't see from my distance what was amiss, the little bits of tire that were littering the lane were a clear indicator. Then after a while, the tire bits disappeared, and a set of white marks were being carved into the road. Finally after about 4 miles, the driver pulled over to look at the back of the truck. By then, there was NO tire left, and he had been essentially riding on the rim of the far back tire for a couple of miles.</p>
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<p>You'd have thought that the smoke seen in his rearview mirrors, plus the lack of speed, plus the difference in how the vehicle was handling would have told him to get off the road much faster. Now instead of dealing with a flat, he likely had to call a tow truck.</p>
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Doofus.</p>