Atta Girl

 When I got my first car, I was constantly picking up nails on the gravel road to my house.  The nails very well might have come from our own driveway as my folks were ALWAYS remodeling something.  But that's not the focus of this post.

What I was getting at were the cheap tires I bought for my car.  You could buy a $5 tire from the gas station where my dad did all his business.  Good old Ben XXXX.  So for a few extra bucks, they'd mount the tire on the rim and I'd change the tire out myself.  Back then they didn't have donut tires for your spare.  You had an actual real tire in the trunk to use for things like that.  And boy, did I!

I came home a couple days ago and found that Dylan (our renter), who has been borrowing my Taurus was close to a flat tire. On.a.donut.tire...  Yikes!  I pulled out the portable generator/air pumper upper/jump starter that I gave Robb for Christmas the year of Derecho and pumped that donut back up.  Then checked the trunk for the flat tire.  It was actually shredded...  I didn't remember him telling me about this but he might have.  And I couldn't ask him because he works nights and was asleep.  So I left him a note.

Robb always bought the tires for us and he had a source of used tires.  I don't have the money to spend on a full set of brand new...  So I did some searching online and found two tires for $50 each.

Meri's bf knows how to put them on rims, so I'm going to impose and offer him dinner if he'll put them together for us.  AND if the original rim is bad, I'll get another rim and put the remaining tire on IT for the spare.

BAM!

OOH!  Got my van back and the power steering works almost TOO good now.

I love me a zippy car that turns on a dime...

Don't know what will happen next...

But at least it's a weekend!!!!