Re-Tired (Tired-Out, Part Two)

Well, it’s like this …. the studs holding the tires on my car weren’t stripped.  Apparently the real studs were inside these little metal jackets.  The jackets were spinning, but the studs and bolts underneath were just fine.

Okay, I offically feel stupid, but as I pointed out to the tow truck driver who came to take my car to the shop this morning — but didn’t — it wasn’t my job to know about those jackets.  You see, it was one of his coworkers that, after twirling those jackets, convinced us that our studs had been stripped.  We believed him, he was the pro, right?

Actually, he’s brand new at driving a tow truck and we were one of his very first solo runs.  The guy who showed up this morning though had 30 years in the business.  He said, “Let me take a look.”

So, three of our tires were just fine.  One had loose lug nuts, but the studs weren’t stripped, they just hadn’t been tightened down.  That’s the one that was making all the banging noise.  Issac From Haleiwa Towing had the car road safe and rolling in under 20 minutes.

I still haven’t called the garage.  By the time I got to work I was 3 hours late and had a pile of stuff wanting my attention. I dove in to the pile and didn’t come up for air until quitting time.

So we had a bit more drama than was warranted.


If you liked my version of this story, you might enjoy OC’s:  Stripped! Or, well, maybe not ….

Project Black #4 — Tired

The last week before school dismissed for the summer, I found my car in the school parking lot with a flat tire from a nail puncture — the nail in plain view for me to see. I called road service and they changed my tire and had the car ready to run a full hour before quitting time.

After work I took the “nailed” tire straight to our local Goodyear Tire Service Center. I asked the guy at the front desk to fix the flat, and told him we’d been having trouble with a slow leak on another tire for a couple of weeks. I said I suspected the valve stem, and asked him to check it out.

When I returned to get my car the young man at the front desk told me that they’d patched my tire, but I shouldn’t expect it to hold. He said, “Your tires are old, bald, and no longer legal. You need to buy new ones.” I said, “These tires are only a year old, and if they’re in that bad of shape, I’ll be returning them to the place that holds their warranty.”

I asked about the second tire. He told me the valve stem was fine, and if I was losing air, I was losing it through the worn tread. He assured me that my life was in jeopardy driving home.

That evening when OC came home, I told him all this tire talk. He said, “There’s nothing wrong with your tires, but next week when you take it in to Mike (at the Chevy dealership) for the oil change, ask him to take a look.

Well, all week I worried about those dang tires. I fussed. I fumed. I put air in the rear tire three more times (it never went flat, just low), then finally came my Thursday appointment with Mike. “Oil change and check the tires,” I said. Then I left.

Twenty minutes later my phone rang, it was Mike. He said, “About your rear tire on the passenger side — no wonder it won’t hold air — did you know it has a big honkin’ nail in it?” I’d picked up nails in both tires, probably at the same time in the same place, but only one tire went flat. I asked Mike if the tire was worth patching. He responded, “Hell, these tires are almost brand new. Yes, patch it.” I told him what the Goodyear Sales guy had said, “See, that’s the thing about commission sales, they make people lie. You come in here, I can talk you into 20 extra things you don’t need, but why? They aren’t gonna pay me any more for it. Never go to commission shops if you want an honest answer.”

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Anna, of Anna Carson’s Photography, hosts Project Black.

And this week, special thanks to Jeremiah of, My World in Pictures, for inspiring this shot.