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Sat Apr 03, 2010 1:56 pm
Though, if any of you guessed it right from the title, wow. You are sooo p-sychic.
Friday I am picking up my daughter when I notice something greyish in the treads of my tire. No biggie, I just automatically reach down to flick the rock out... only it's not a rock.
It's a huge freaking screw. I drove to a small family place across the street from my neighborhood (after calling one place and stopping at another, I figured it would take awhile and at least I could walk home from there).
Guy backed the other car out of the garage and had it plugged and me out of there in 15 minutes. Which was worth the $15 for a $4 job.
So today I was loading my extra tire/wheel package (I had "fun" this winter and I'll update about that later... for now we'll leave it at the Camel got me home with no right front tie rod and won a ride on a flatbed) into the well for the spare when I notice something in the tread... It was a nail.
I'm so freaking paranoid, tomorrow I'll be jacking it up and inspecting all three tires for nails tomorrow. What's the deal? I've never had a nail in my tire... now apparently I got one prior to January that I never knew about and hopefully the other one was fresh (I assume it was since the head of the screw was still slightly above the tread... the nail in the "spare" was shaved flush).
Oy. This whole "living in Louisville" thing has been hard on the Camel. This coming from someone who got a rock dropped onto the windshield from an overpass while traveling to Michigan for Thanksgiving. Sheesh.