A Problem

So Doran and I were talking a few days ago about how he doesn't like the tires that are on the car. We have been having problems with the air and the sides round weird so they always look flat. Well last night we dropped Kate off at home with her glucose level on the rise (She said she wanted to see if she could hit 200) We stopped at Walmart to get a patch kit for Doran's bike so he could get to work.
We are about a mile and a half from the house when Doran notices the light that tells you the tire pressure is off. Doran drove a little farther then decided he should check the tires. He gets out and announces that the tire is flat. Well me thinking we could drive to the gas station and put air in it because it is always as Doran says for anything that is a little low on pressure Flat. So I get out of the car to see how flat it is. Well after 40 mins of trying to figured out the spar tire we were on our way. We now get to buy new tires before our trip to Oregon in July.
I am thinking this. One of the tires would have had a problem on the way and this was the way to prevent it.