
So we're at Uncle Bob's family
picnic in Crown Point and my father-in-law decides he wants to open up his camper for the summer. He says it's only 5 minutes away and he recruits me, Ben and Derek to help. 45 minuets later we show up at the campground and take care of business. On the way back we hit a pothole. Not just any pothole, but one that was so big that it knocked out the fillings that I don't even have yet. Minutes later we smell something burning and hear a strange rubbing sound. It turns out he broke the mount that holds the rear
tire and axle to the body of the car. Oops. We
waited on the side of I-65 near
Rensealear for an hour or so. This was taken looking away from the highway (obviously) while lying on my back.
Photoshopped to remove color saturation.
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