Car woes.
A couple months back, my buddy Luke was riding in my car with me and said, "hope this does not offend you but have you had your tires aligned recently? Sounds like something is off." "Preposterous!" I said. (No, I really didn't say that. I'm sure I said something along the lines of, "uhhh, doubtful. I'll get it checked out.") So I did, sorta. I went to get an oil change a couple weeks later and asked them to check things out. No, I did not specifically reference that conversation with Luke because then you're just giving Jiffy a reason to charge you for things. Clean Bill of Health was the outcome of that check up. Moveon.org I guess.
Flash forward to today when I dropped by car off for a safety and emissions inspection. All part of renewing your tags here in the great state of MO. That I need to do before the end of the month. Oh, December. Always so much to get done! A $30 adventure. No problem. So when the guy called a couple hours later, I figured he was calling to let me know the car was ready. Nope. Rather, to inform me that two of my tires had nails in them and needed to be replaced because patching was no longer an option and my tires were in DESPERATE need of realignment. I see. In that moment when Mr. Auto was running through the $$ costs with me, I envisioned myself as the Count of Monte Cristo retorting back, "Do your worst! for I will do mine!" Yes. I can be dramaticat times all the time. But what was my worst? I got nothing.
In the end, I ended up shelling over about 10 times what I thought I'd be paying. But my Yota is healthier, happier, and less noisy with two, brand spanking new tires. They sparkle. Actually, no, they don't. But with a trip down South to NOLA at the end of next week, I wasn't really willing to just "take my chances." I hedge my bets on some things. Cars? Not one of them.
Cheers.
Flash forward to today when I dropped by car off for a safety and emissions inspection. All part of renewing your tags here in the great state of MO. That I need to do before the end of the month. Oh, December. Always so much to get done! A $30 adventure. No problem. So when the guy called a couple hours later, I figured he was calling to let me know the car was ready. Nope. Rather, to inform me that two of my tires had nails in them and needed to be replaced because patching was no longer an option and my tires were in DESPERATE need of realignment. I see. In that moment when Mr. Auto was running through the $$ costs with me, I envisioned myself as the Count of Monte Cristo retorting back, "Do your worst! for I will do mine!" Yes. I can be dramatic
In the end, I ended up shelling over about 10 times what I thought I'd be paying. But my Yota is healthier, happier, and less noisy with two, brand spanking new tires. They sparkle. Actually, no, they don't. But with a trip down South to NOLA at the end of next week, I wasn't really willing to just "take my chances." I hedge my bets on some things. Cars? Not one of them.
Cheers.
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