so he pumped the tires on his 1924 Chevrolet up to
300 psi! Geez! Talk about a road hazard! We don't want to be anywhere
near him on the road when he finally hits that pothole from hell.
There will be at least one huge explosion. Maybe as many as four!
But if the potholes don't get him, we're going to replace the air in his tires with helium. As he floats through the air, maybe the Air Force will think he is Fred McMurray and think that he has invented "Flubber". With luck they will shoot him down, and we'll finally get some peace and quiet around here.
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