Tired 2

Tomorrow, I am going to get new tires for my truck.

I got only 62,000 miles out of the stock tires.

I called the local UniRoyal dealer and ordered the same model tires for replacements. I had to order them because, since they are OEM tires, they aren’t part of the normal stock.

(All joking aside, I’m willing to do a testimonial for these tires–they’re the best tires I’ve ever had. At 5,000 miles, my son hit a curb, broke the seal, and drove two miles home on a dead flat tire. That tire lasted 50,000 miles before I had to get it replaced. My pastor, who used to be Training Manager for PEP Boys, said, when I told him this story, that “UniRoyal makes a good tire.”)

Now, here’s the nice part.

I can take the work computer up to the tire dealer, fire it up, and rack up billable hours get some work done while I’m waiting.

Beats hell out of reading six month old Time magazines and Tire Manufacurers’ Weekly.

Oh, yeah. I’ve got enough room where the spare tire sits for a real tire, so NTB is going to take the best left over tire and put in on a rim, so I can get rid of the stupid donut.