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torquillFour new tires. If I get an alignment (I suspect it needs it) it'll come out to roughly $500.
My mom and I were working it out on the way home, though. I got new tires, I think just two, shortly after I got the car; I remember shredding one on the on-ramp from 580 to 80, the day I discovered that I didn't have a jack. So that was at about 180,000 miles, call it five years ago... and she's now at 250,000 miles. 70,000 miles and five years is not bad ay-tall, even if I'm a little winded by the bill at the moment.
It's a good time to get them, too -- for one, the place has a tire sale going on. For another, it's just getting into the rainy season, and I'm far less likely to fishtail on slick pavement with a back right tire that isn't downright bald. I'll feel a bit better about rainy-weather handling now.
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akienm. I spent the night there so that my trip to the sick plant clinic would be shorter... but when I got up there, I found out that it's next month that the clinic is moved to the second weekend. Apparently last week was not the Stanford game... grumble. Oh, well, I got two very pleasant days out of missing this clinic -- last Saturday and this Friday night -- so I can't be too disgruntled.
I was home potting up chrysanthemum cuttings whenemmett_the_sane called and asked if I wanted to come down to San Jose and keep him company while he cleaned up his apartment a bit. I went out to get some lunch and headed down, only to get the tire excitement. I forgot to praise Thomas Guides in that post, as mine got me from Brokaw to Winchester on surface streets very handily... he slept for a few hours while I tidied up and did dishes. He woke up in a good mood, we talked for a while, went out to dinner at a really good Chaat cafe (he always find the best Indian places) and I made the trek home. Around 5am or so the Weasel came rolling in and I snuggled up to him to thaw him out. It was very, very nice to be home.
So now I'm waiting for the car to be done so that I can go out and get butter and flour to make pie crusts. I've dropped a line to Dr. J telling him I'm a train wreck again, asking for a half hour to whack my endoskeleton back into some semblance of correct form. And I'm thinking very hard about reneging on my study group in Davis tomorrow, as my weekend went all pear-shaped and I'd really like to have a little more time down here...
Edit: Not picking up the car today because they couldn't get one of the wheels off. One lug nut on the left back froze, apparently, and the stud ends up just turning and turning. They cut it out and looked for a replacement, but the dealer isn't open on Sundays and they don't have one in stock. So Gwen spends the night at Wheel Works. I'm rather glad I took the faceplate off the stereo, now...
There is the distinct possibility that it's not the stud that's stripped, it's the place it fastens to (can't recall the term right now)... at which point they'll tell me it'll cost way more than $70 to do the welding, and I'll tell them to send the whole damn thing home with three lug nuts on (sure, I'll sign all the necessary forms) and let my dad do the welding. It may not come to that, but with the way life has been going lately, best to plan for it.
So much for going up to Davis tomorrow. The weekend has gone beyond pear-shaped by now.
My mom and I were working it out on the way home, though. I got new tires, I think just two, shortly after I got the car; I remember shredding one on the on-ramp from 580 to 80, the day I discovered that I didn't have a jack. So that was at about 180,000 miles, call it five years ago... and she's now at 250,000 miles. 70,000 miles and five years is not bad ay-tall, even if I'm a little winded by the bill at the moment.
It's a good time to get them, too -- for one, the place has a tire sale going on. For another, it's just getting into the rainy season, and I'm far less likely to fishtail on slick pavement with a back right tire that isn't downright bald. I'll feel a bit better about rainy-weather handling now.
So far this weekend has been pretty good. I got a bunch of gardening done before it rained, then went off to spend a pleasant evening with
akienm. I spent the night there so that my trip to the sick plant clinic would be shorter... but when I got up there, I found out that it's next month that the clinic is moved to the second weekend. Apparently last week was not the Stanford game... grumble. Oh, well, I got two very pleasant days out of missing this clinic -- last Saturday and this Friday night -- so I can't be too disgruntled. I was home potting up chrysanthemum cuttings when
emmett_the_sane called and asked if I wanted to come down to San Jose and keep him company while he cleaned up his apartment a bit. I went out to get some lunch and headed down, only to get the tire excitement. I forgot to praise Thomas Guides in that post, as mine got me from Brokaw to Winchester on surface streets very handily... he slept for a few hours while I tidied up and did dishes. He woke up in a good mood, we talked for a while, went out to dinner at a really good Chaat cafe (he always find the best Indian places) and I made the trek home. Around 5am or so the Weasel came rolling in and I snuggled up to him to thaw him out. It was very, very nice to be home.So now I'm waiting for the car to be done so that I can go out and get butter and flour to make pie crusts. I've dropped a line to Dr. J telling him I'm a train wreck again, asking for a half hour to whack my endoskeleton back into some semblance of correct form. And I'm thinking very hard about reneging on my study group in Davis tomorrow, as my weekend went all pear-shaped and I'd really like to have a little more time down here...
Edit: Not picking up the car today because they couldn't get one of the wheels off. One lug nut on the left back froze, apparently, and the stud ends up just turning and turning. They cut it out and looked for a replacement, but the dealer isn't open on Sundays and they don't have one in stock. So Gwen spends the night at Wheel Works. I'm rather glad I took the faceplate off the stereo, now...
There is the distinct possibility that it's not the stud that's stripped, it's the place it fastens to (can't recall the term right now)... at which point they'll tell me it'll cost way more than $70 to do the welding, and I'll tell them to send the whole damn thing home with three lug nuts on (sure, I'll sign all the necessary forms) and let my dad do the welding. It may not come to that, but with the way life has been going lately, best to plan for it.
So much for going up to Davis tomorrow. The weekend has gone beyond pear-shaped by now.
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Date: 2006-11-12 23:08 (UTC)I drove over to the tire place assuming it was bad balance, alignment, or a worn tire anyway, some days later. Tire was not flat, but about to fall apart/explode. I decided not to run any errands while waiting for my turn, but to just chill in the waiting room for a few hours.