In two and a half years I’ve put over 40,000 miles on my truck. The vast majority of them are highway miles. (My truck knows the way between here and Jacksonville, Miami, and Marathon like it was fitted with an autopilot.)
Yesterday morning I figured it was about time I got around to rotating the tires. I grabbed the camera to document the process, and went at it.
Before I could even get started I heard a manatee exhale loudly in the cove. Turns out it wasn’t just one manatee, but two, and they were having a bit of manatee lovin fun on a beautiful Saturday morning. How cute. They didn’t say around too long — they wanted their privacy — but I did catch a little of the splashing on camera.
And then I got back to rotating the tires. Hm. There’s a joke in there somewhere.
First, the manatees. . .
And then the tires. . .