Sunday, August 10, 2014
I'd like a rush job on that parachute repair too, please
My Father-in-Law once helped me change a tire. He did it really, really fast. It was just before I drove 400 miles to visit my parents. Just before I got to my destination, the tire he changed really, really fast started to make a horrible sound. It was falling off. He's dead now so I'll never know for sure, but I've always been kind of convinced that if his daughter had been taking the trip with me, he would have been a bit more careful when tightening those lug nuts.
A couple of years ago I brought my car to Sears to buy a new tire. They put the new tire on pretty fast (for Sears.) Two days later, I heard a weird rumbling noise from that side of the car. A few minutes later, I heard a horrible loud noise and had to pull over- my tire was halfway off.
Last year I brought my tire in to a Jiffy Lube and because they were offering a deal, I let them go ahead and rotate my tires (which I personally think is almost as big a scam as oil changes every 3000 miles, but I'm no mechanic.) Within a few weeks four of the lug nuts had vanished.
Here's my point- getting new tires I would think is kind of like having a bone set or brain surgery. You want the person doing it to take. Their. Time. Because after all, the stakes are kind of high, even if the person involved isn't me.