Ok, here's my story about my car and tires. It's not much of a story, might leave you kind of flat when it's done, but here goes:
Monday morning I was driving to work. I sort of sensed that something was not quite right, as most drivers do when they are in their cars a lot. You just know when it's not handling right. So I was thinking to myself, I should really check my tires when I get home tonight to make sure one isn't low on pressure. (Can ya see where I'm headed with this?)
After work, I walk out to my car, climb in, and begin my drive home. Once again, I notice that something just isn't right with the car, it feels weird when I go over a bump. Still thinking I have a low tire pressure somewhere, I figure I'll look when I get home and if I need air in the tires, I'll run over to the gas station and fill it.
I'm about two blocks from my apartment, and as I'm slowing down to stop at an intersection, I hear "thump thump thump." Uh oh, that don't sound good! It was coming from the back of my car, but my car wasn't handling badly, so I still wasn't sure what was going on. But I figured it just HAD to be a tire problem. So with the noise continuing, "thump thump thump" I nursed my car at 5mph for the two blocks to my parking lot.
I pulled in very very slowly, got out, sure enough my right rear tire was flat as a pancake. I mean, there was NO air left in it at all. Who knows how long I was driving on it like that! So dejected and disgusted, I get my mail and go inside. Obviously, I needed to do something about it that night, since I had to go to work the next day, and I had very few options without my car. I called my aunt to moan to her about my bad luck, she offered to call her son who works sort of nearby and drives almost right by my place to go home. He could stop and put the spare on so I could go either fix the tire or get a new one.
While I waited for Michael to come, I went outside, got the spare out, got the jack out, got the directions out (women are good with directions). I jacked the car up, it's actually quite easy, and had it all ready for Michael to change tires when he got there. At 6pm, he finally shows up. Traffic was lousy, and I certainly understand what he was saying. He's there no more than 15 minutes, he has the tire off, the spare on, the lugnuts tightened, car unjacked (is that a word?) and tightens the lugnuts once more.
He goes on his merry way, and I head to the tire store. Since my car is only a year old, and I bought it new, I called them right away too, after getting off the phone with my aunt. The referred me to a place called Just Tires. Now, I was there once before a few years ago, when I had a previous flat, and I wasn't too impressed with the place. All they do is tires, but they didn't have any good tire brands for my car (when I was there before). I ended up going to NTB (National Tire & Battery). But the dealer said they refer all their customers to Just Tires, so I figure they'll have a matching tire for my other three in stock. I arrive, go inside tell the guy what happened, he goes outside, looks at the flat tire, gets the specifics on my tires, comes back in, and proceeds to tell me the sidewall is damaged, the chords are showing, so I have to buy a new tire.
I'm cool with that. New tire is better than a plugged tire anyday. He checks his inventory, no tire to match mine. He could offer me a tire by a different mfr. but then I'd have a mismatched tire. Ain't no way in hell I'm gonna do that! He then offers to check other Just Tires locations to see if another local store has that tire. He tries one, he tries two, he tries one that's not local...nope, nothing, nada, zip, no one has this tire! It's a freaking Goodyear Eagle! How hard can it be to stock a Goodyear tire? He says it will be Thursday before he can get one in. Like I can wait that long? My only other choice is to see if another tire place has my tire in stock. So he writes down the info on my tire, and away I go, once again disappointed with my experience at Just Tires.
Now, this location of Just Tires, is on the outside of a mall. Not even half way around the mall is the NTB I mentioned above. So I drive my car over to NTB, go in ask about my tire, he looks and says, "Yes, I have one in stock." Be still my heart! It will be 45 minutes, they're busy with some other orders at the time (it's now 7pm), and they close at 8. Boy did I get there just in time! Instead of sitting there for 45 minutes bored to tears, I wander over to the mall and walk around half of the main floor, window shopping. And btw Kerry, what I didn't tell you was that I went into The Build-A-Bear Workshop! It's right next to the Disney Store. They have a lot of cute bears and other animals that you can build. I bet kids LOVE that place! Anyway, about 7:35 or so I start heading back over to NTB. There are a couple people being helped, so I wait for them to finish, then the man behind the counter says they're just starting to work on my car (it's now 7:50).
My car finally is finished about 8:10pm, and $219 later (Ugh) I head home with one new tire, and three one year old tires, that all match! I put everything back where it belongs in my trunk, come inside, sit down at the computer and tell Kerry what happened. My credit card bill did NOT like the new addition, but what can you do? I kind of needed four tires on my car, right? I still hadn't even eaten any dinner, and fortunately I had enough for lunch to tide me over. I think I ended up eating a slice of canteloupe before I went to bed.
Anyway, that was my tire story. Glad you waited? Glad I told you? LMAO