One day last week, I went out to my car and got in, and drove away…just like I do every morning. I drove about a block and noticed a light was on in my car. I thought it was telling me a light was out. Nope. Tire pressure monitoring system. So I stopped. Then I saw that it said, in big letters in the middle of my dash, “TIRE PRESSURE TOO LOW”. Crap. So being the smart person that I am, I drove back home. Of course, in doing this, I ruined that tire and any hope of patching it up.
There was a big screw in the tire. I must have gotten it on my way home last night. Then it sat in the driveway and deflated overnight. This was our second flat tire in a year from the construction in the neighborhood from building houses.
So I stayed home from work and Chuck came home at lunch time to help me take it off. We did a little research and decided to get all new tires on the car. They would have needed to be replaced soon anyway. But still….it's never fun when you have to buy all new tires. Ugh.
And a follow up…last weekend, Chuck's truck had a nail or screw in it, too. So that's 3 tires that needed to be fixed in a year. Yikes!
Thankfully the truck tires had a warranty on them so they patched it for free. You had better believe that we went ahead and got the warranty on my new tires. They aren't even close to being done building houses in the neighborhood!
