Pressure

The icon on the dashboard lit up,
Giving us the sign
That pressure in the tires
Was a little out of line.

We checked them all; they looked okay
But somehow, knowing that
A problem had been noted made me
Worry 'bout a flat.

A tire center added air;
The icon disappeared.
We didn't have the situation
I'd, for nothing, feared.

The cars today are very smart
But what they do not know
Is the way my pressure rises
When the tire pressure's low.

carrhyme

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Lim'Rik Flats

January 30, 2017 at 9:14 PM

Hmm...somehow it makes me think humans should have a "service needed soon" light right in the middle of their foreheads — might prevent some crazy from doing something, well, crazy (or running for high public office;~(

Connie Marcum Wong

January 27, 2017 at 5:20 AM

My youngest daughter is going through this scenario right now. She had air put in her tires but the light is still going on, though they didn't find a nail, pressure keeps leaking and they are new tires. A cute poem you have made from these circumstances Ilene. : )