There was the promise of good weather. Predictions of mid-60s. In this area in February, it would be another two months before we had a steady diet of that.
With this window of warmth, my mind was in a tizzy. What could I do that would make the most of it?
I could plan a long walk in a local park. Hmmm….After a week of single digits, it wouldn’t be really warm. It was a cloudy day so the sun wouldn’t be shining. Oh, let’s face it! I didn’t want to walk in a park that was still all brown and muddy.
A nice walk around our local outside upscale mall may work. There are enough “treats” at the end to make us happy. Book store for him. Just about anything else for me.
These are the thoughts I woke up to on that predicted “warm” day. Those thoughts would be gone within the hour.
On my normal trip to Starbucks, my tire pressure gauge lit up like the Starship Enterprise. I wasn’t concerned. It happened once before and it was a “weather” thing. I added a little more air and all was good.
I walked around the car to see if any tires looked flat. No flats although one had a funny thing sticking out the side. Looked like a toothpick.
I got my coffee and drove home to complain to the beloved husband. Although very talented, he’s not mechanical in nature but has helpful suggestions and can be soothing.
Before I went into the house, I touched the “toothpick” and it felt like metal. The kind of metal nail that comes from a gun.
It was in the sidewall. Any sidewall puncture means that you need to replace the tire, even if the tire has 7,000 miles on it (like mine). This wasn’t going to be good (and I was only thinking about money here).
After an appropriate amount of whining, I called our local tire place. The beloved husband checked the tire. It was at 12 pounds and should have been at 32 pounds. He inflated it to get me to the tire place.
Did I mention that it’s Saturday? There are a lot of things that you don’t want to go wrong on Saturdays. Toothaches and car problems come to mind. Hard to get either fixed before Monday.
The tire place said they would work me in until they saw my tire. They don’t carry it and it would take a couple of days to order and oh yes, it’s close to $300 (that’s for ONE tire). They suggested I try the dealer.
Fortunately my dealer has their repair department open on Saturdays although I was less hopeful on getting worked in.
No need to worry about that. My current tire (only 2 years old) has been discontinued and a “comparable” wasn’t stocked. They couldn’t order before Monday and IF it was in stock at the distributor, there was a one day turnaround time. By my thinking, allowing for some things to go bad, I’m car-less until Wednesday. (And yes, the replacement was still $300.)
After all this whining, here’s the good news. Because my 4-wheel-drive tire had such low mileage I could get away with only replacing one tire instead of the two rear or all four. (Woo hoo!)
The weather was still lovely but the morning was gone. The sun never really come out so despite the warmth, it wasn’t that magical spring day we all had hoped for (that was a good thing or I would have been annoyed I missed it).
The beloved husband volunteered to chauffeur me (or allow me to borrow his car) so I don’t totally feel housebound.
The bad thing — knowing I am car-less will make the time seem longer just like a kid waiting for Christmas.