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It seems that we have all unwittingly become victims of the dreaded spare wheel at least once in our driving lives, some more than most. But it use to be that after the whole saga of changing a wheel in the dark wet night we could at least feel happy that the tyre replacement was of the same size and shape and that normal driving would resume. However, cars have changed profoundly in the past few years and not that they have become smaller but bolder in size with all their protection even the interiors become larger even though we now have more toys, cd players, TV’s, electric seats and masses upon masses of airbags. After all this when it comes to the spare wheel, it’s been dramatically redesigned to what can only be described as a moped wheel. Yes the space saver, the guy who thought this up and sacrificed the normal wheel for space to fit your golf clubs wants a serious slap. Since the drama of Friday night where Tenbellies experienced her very first flat tyre (Monkey was in the pub, on his second Pint Jekyll’s Gold) and the whole saga of changing the wheel which took a day due to another stupid invention called the locking nut. We are now driving around with a space saver until the garage opens on Monday. The problem is that it not only restricts you to driving like a granny, taking corners at walking speed in fear that the wheel would shear off. But also the effect it has on your brakes, as your foot presses the pedal your ass cheeks squeeze so very tightly, petrified that you’re not going to stop more so the ABS works over time as it struggles to get use to this pathetic excuse for a tyre. Some things should just be left alone and the spare tyre is one of them. Next job to show Tenbellies how to change a wheel, now this should interesting.