Demonic flat tires


Ever wonder where flat tires come from? Demons. It's demons.

The Puncture Fiend-- Foiled! (Atlas Tyres, 1900s)

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  1. I like that the demon has an outfit.

    “Normally I work in accounting. The demon thing is a sideline.”

  2. Satan tried to offer me small monthly payments to replace the air in my tires with the souls of The Damned.  I told him that privatized prisons really don’t fall under the umbrella of my mission statement.  Satan left after that, but I think he must have been a little distracted by something, because he wound up leaving his golden fiddle behind.  Strange.

  3. Of all the Infernal gigs to land, Roadway Caltrop-Deployment has to be among the most thankless.  In life, dude must have been a DMV clerk.

    1. Of all the Infernal gigs to land, Roadway Caltrop-Deployment has to be among the most thankless.

      What could be more satisfying than that hiss-pop-crash sound?  Don’t forget to use hollow caltrops for self-sealing tires.

      1. The least Dispatch could have done was issue him a steed, or at least set the poor demon up with upgraded hooves.  Sending an imp out to chase cars in his union suit with a wicker basket full of thorns?  Didn’t realize they treated their staff exactly the same as their clientele.

        Now, had that devil slipped a sheet of cardboard in front of the radiator, Peter Lorre there would be hoofin’ it himself before long.

  4. Reminds me of those little demons that whisper in the ears of stage magicians in posters from about the same era.

  5. The Puncture Fiend and Nerg Nail are not as bad as they used to be. What us motorcyclists really fear is the evil Slide Snake. Run over one of those and there’s no knowing what will happen next.

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