So.
I have that strange feeling of simultaneous frustration and triumph that comes from having just changed a car tyre.
Frustration because, hey! Now I have to go spend time and money on getting the wrecked tyre checked out and fixed. Plus, I wasted about an hour of my life crouching in a knee length skirt on wet tarmac. And the photo in no way expresses the amount of filth that will require hours of soaking to detach from my fingers (why are cars such dirty things, anyhow? I'm a terribly wimpy greasemonkey.)
But also triumph, because - you know - I changed a tyre! All by myself! (All right, Gen provided lots of moral support.) I feel like a strong, capable person who changes tyres.
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