Some would look at this and say the tire is half full

We’re not one of those people.

The Ten AM vehicle suffered a flat tire this week, when a roofer’s nail the length of our forearm was embedded in the tire somewhere in the North End. No problem, right? Just change the tire and move on. Not exactly – not when the car was being driven by the only member of the Ten who had no experience with the manly art of automobile maintenance. He made an attempt to change the tire anyway, but it was an ugly scene. How bad was he? It went, well, something like this.

Fortunately, another member of the Ten arrived and the tire was repaired.

(A shout out to all the helpful passerby and fellow motorists who felt the need to inform us that our tire was flat as we drove down Commonwealth Ave at 5 mph with our hazards on. Wicked helpful.)