I get more flat tires than anyone I know.
And for someone who only drives (at most) 3,000 miles a year, that's quite a feat.
And I can never blame them on potholes or road rubbish. It's always my own fault. I'm not a bad driver - really I'm not.
In fact, my flats rarely occur when I'm actually driving the car. More often, I come back to where I've parked the thing and find the tire flat (and it's always the same tire)
My flats are never from a nail in the tread or a dented rim or any of the usual suspects. And I can never just get it patched or refilled. I always - ALWAYS - end up buying a new tire.
Because I rip the shit out of the sidewall.
And I know how this happens. I parallel park by feel.
How close am I to the car in front of me?
There it is!
How close am I to the car behind me?
There it is!
How close am I to the curb?
Yep! There it is!
It's really a crime. Today's tire only had 6,000 miles on it.
So now it's time to play musical tires again: figure out which two are best and put them on the front...
I still have a leftover tire from the last time I did this and bought two new tires so I'll have that remounted - but now I need to buy a trunk organizer b/c that tire kept my trunk in pretty good order...
Happy Equinox, all!