Life Observed

In the great tradition of the "we were promised jetpacks" moans I recall that around about 1971 we were promised starships. Mostly by unreliable rock stars, comic strips  and sci-fi writers but the idea was out there (Blows Against the Empire etc.). Now here we are in 2025 and these clunky looking earthbound robot "starships" are delivering groceries and fast food on our pavements.  Things are progressing nicely. Don't stop believing ...

I need a new tyre. In order to avoid skills fade I remove the worn tyre and wheel from the car and take it to the tyre shop where they fit the new tyre on the wheel. I then go home with the newly replaced tyre and fit it on to the car myself. I don't save any money or time by doing this but I sleep better at night knowing that I can still jack up a car and change a wheel. 

Somebody, of a certain age I'd guess, wrote this note and then sellotaped to a bus shelter in Rosyth. I've no idea how the back story to this goes or how it might be resolved. Some things are best left in an open ended state.