In the "not funny but true" category...
Three weeks ago we are on I95, driving back from Jersey.
Me: I'm thinking I should check my tires at some point.
Hubby: Oh? Why?
Me: I dunno... Do they check the tire pressure when they do the oil change and stuff?
Hubby: I think so.
Me: Yeah, they probably do. But it doesn't take long to check so I should probably do that if I'm feeling like I should do that.
[Insert image of pages fluttering off the calendar here]
A few days ago, I'm leaving work in the evening and my car is an island unto itself. Good time to check the tires. I find they are at 33, 30, 42 (!), and 26 (!). Not good. Certainly not good for the wear. I wonder how they've gotten to this point, especially the one at 42.
I look at the manual and it says the proper level is 32. Well, at least two of the four are close. I drive to a service station and balance them out.
Last night, I am leaving work at 7:30 and the tire that was lowest days ago, looks low again. I check it and it is at 28. I drive again to a service station and fill the tire to the proper level. It's at this point that I notice a great big nail in the tread. Yes, that would explain the slow leak. I decide to overfill the tire a bit.
I think: It's too late to get it fixed tonight. Maybe at lunch tomorrow.
I also think: I wonder how long I can drive on a tire with a nail in it and not have a blow out?
As I drive home, I try to prepare myself for a blow out, as if that's possible. I keep my hands at 10 and 2. I try to stay away from other traffic. I slow down to 65ish, which is the slowest pace I can still keep with the flow. I get home without a blow out. Today I get to work, in the pouring rain, without a blow out.
I consider that I could have had this nail for weeks, maybe months and not know it. I think about all the times I've been driving long distances. I think about all the times I'm been driving over 80 mph.
At lunchtime today, I got to a service station. The tire now sports a plug.
So, no dramatic conclusion to this story but I will say this...
Next time the universe tells me to check my tires, I'm listening.