Three tires. Three weeks. Beat that, Dopers.
I don’t know what the streets of Plano have been smoking, but it’s harsh stuff. I bought a new set of tires last August because the tread was getting thin, and I think this whole automobile safety thing is a fantastic idea. It would have been only a pair of tires, but on inspection one of the younger pair of tires had two nails puncturing the tread within an inch - outside of the tire shop’s repair abilities.
So, four new tires. I even had them rotated at nearly the correct time.
Tire #1, the front passenger tire, took flight from its mortal coil on the Tollway on a day when I had forgotten my cell phone, the temperature was upwards of 95, and imminent rain clouds called my mother a hamster and otherwise taunted me. About the time I had pulled the spare out and was considering the jack, a courtesy patrol pulled up behind me. The kind gentleman, to whom I owe a kidney and perhaps some rough sex, swapped out tires for me and lowered my car back down, whereupon we discovered…
Tire #2, the spare tire, was flat as an unleavened flapjack. The courtesy patrol guy lent me his phone to call my car insurance company, who I give money to for occasions such as this. Then I called a friend to pick me up, because the tow truck isn’t actually allowed to get my car until an hour and a half is past.
Tire #1 was replaced. Tire #2 was patted and put back in the trunk, all to the tune of $11. May I sing the praises of towing coverage and tire warranties.
I thought I was done. One tale of woe, a couple of lifetime debts, and when my first paycheck from the new teaching job comes, I’ll get myself a new spare tire too. Because when you have a spare tire, you are less likely to need it. I even called the dealership to discover that a new spare tire was $97. No, sorry, the guy called me back, $187. They’d just changed it on him.
Tire #3 met its untimely end on a trip to the grocery store. It also shed its hubcap for the occasion. Nothing like a suicidal, exhibitionist tire.
Today, though, I had my cell phone. Ha HA! As I still had no replacement spare tire, I called for towing. Again. And I called a different friend for rescue.
Three tires. Three weeks. My schedule for tomorrow is up in the air. First day I could have gone in to the school to get my classroom set up, but noooooo…
I shudder to think what havoc an oil change will call down upon my head.