We knew that we needed to replace the tires on our Expedition...but like everything, it was taking a back seat to our daily expenses. Well, today the "squeaky wheel gets the grease" took on a whole new meaning.
I was driving into town to pick up the boys from school. Rocks always hit the bottom of the car, but a particularly loud rock startled me for a moment. It was no more bumpy on the dirt road than usual, but for some reason I was thinking to myself, "This road is so bumpy, you would never know if you had a flat tire or not." A car passed me and I looked in the side mirror to make sure that I wasn't going to "dust her out." That's when I noticed how many rocks my tire was flipping up. Then I realized that the rocks weren't rocks at all...they were small black chunks of rubber. Then it hit me...I had a flat tire.
I pulled over and got out. What I saw wasn't just a flat...it was a shredded tire. I must've been driving on this tire for at least 1/2 a mile before I realized what had happened. Luckily, the wheel looked ok.
I called a friend to get the kids (first priority). Then I called AAA to get someone out here to tow me. They weren't sure that they could come up our dirt road, but when I told them what had happened and how close I was to the pavement (about a mile), they agreed to get me. The driver towed me to Les Schwab where we were lucky enough to find a set of barely used tires that fit our wheels and our budget.
Next thing we're gonna have to do are the shocks. I don't think I have any left on this car.
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