For those who have read my blog any time at all, you know that every other time Chad fills his car up with gas, we have to replace the tires . . or so it seems.
We had really bad luck with a local tire dealer and my friend, Cindy, recommended her tire guy in Pittsburg, KS so Vince and I have both bought tires from him. Chad called me from there yesterday. Here’s the conversation:
Chad: Mom, I’m at Wiseman’s and I need tires . . really bad!
Me: Chad, I’m driving. Can this wait til I get home?
Chad: NO! I need tires now. (Probably means at least 2 were completely flat!)
Me: Didn’t we just put tires on that car less than six months ago?
Chad: MOM! I have SIX THOUSAND MILES on these tires!
Me: Chad! Most people get 45,000 or more miles out of a set of tires.
Chad: Are you kidding me?
This was the first time Chad’s car has been to Wiseman’s so I talked to the guy and I said: There is either something terribly wrong with that car or with the driver. Can you PLEASE figure it out?
Apparently it’s in terrible need of an alignment, which they will do Monday but for now, I’ve just bought four more tires! There’s probably a bit of rubber being left on the road too . . but I’m pretty picky about having good tires on our vehicles so . . what’s four more tires in the grand scheme of things? In the three years we’ve been in Missouri, that’s FIVE sets of tires on Chad’s car but heck . . I’ve put two sets on my own car and I doubt I’ve put much more than 12,000 miles on it during those three years.
Even the Highlander came with Michelins and with 5,000 miles on it, one of the tires has a defect but we have to get to a Michelin dealer to get it replaced under the warranty and first . . we have to start the darned car and back it out of the garage. Not sure we can do that!