When a Vandal Slashed My Tires
Someone slashed my car’s tires the other day.
The first clue came from an odd noise that surfaced as I was crawling to work in a Moscow traffic jam under fast-falling snow. An insistent shhhhrrrrrgggggggggg interrupted the actor reading Testimonies for the Church on my car’s mp3 audio system. Puzzled, I listened more carefully and wondered whether my car was dragging something.
Since I was traveling so slowly, I popped open the door and looked. I saw, to my surprise, that the rear tire was flat.
That was my first flat. Ever. And I had no idea what to do.
I called a friend from church, and he advised me not to try to …