On our long drive to Salt Lake we had our first little "wrinkle" in the roadtrip. About 9 hours in to our 12 hour drive to Salt Lake City I noticed that a dashboard light had illuminated. My first reaction was "is this 1981 all over again" (a Douglas family trip had to be aborted twice due to car troubles on a similarly new vehicle). Kim quickly thumbed through the owner's manual and found that it must have something to do with the tires. We stopped and found that the driver's side rear tire was very low. I aired it up and it seemed ok so we pressed on. About an hour late the light came on again and I knew the tire was about shot. We aired it up a second time and made it into SLC fine. I thought that the tire could be patched, but that was a bit optimistic of course. A puncture was found on the inside of the tire when I took it into the dealer in SLC and it had to replaced. Pictures above are my reaction on Friday morning to find the tire totally deflated and putting on the donut. Hopefully we have better car luck as we drive on to our next stop - Arches National Park.
3 comments:
Nice form, good rotation, days in the Haute paid off. Damn- who thought a white collar guy could get 'er done like that!
Yea- 1981 was way more fun ;> Riding in the big rig after breakdown #2 was worth it, however, and hey, in retrospect did you really think the ol' Volare (fake wood "paneling" extra (Dad was Clark Griswold-ing long before) was going to get to Cali and back???!!! hells no. And, riding in the confines of the fine burnt Orange, fireball Colt down to Georgia--- now that was really cruising cool. I remember feeling nauseated the morning we struck out on trip #3 in the Colt- Dad wasn't having it- get in the car we're &*%$*)))*&^^ leaving! Right on! Keep on truck'in!
The rotational effort of the jack-guy actually looks "donut-powered" putting on the donut tire... carb loading for the trop paid off... I'm joking! You look fit bro! :=)
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