Wednesday, February 24, 2016

A Friday to forget

While I was struggling unsuccessfully to get to Tampa last Friday, Susan was having an equally bad, awful, difficult day.

She pulled into the garage at home and when she got out of the car, she heard a really loud hissing sound.

She pulled back out to check if the sound was coming from the car or some other source. Sure enough it was the car. The tire monitor warning lit up on the dash.

Fortunately Susan has run-flat tires on her car (a girl's best friend). She drove slowly to a garage we trust in the Pointe Claire village, about five minutes from home.

This is what the guys pulled out of her rear passenger side tire. I think that it's debris from our snow contractor's snowblower impeller. It's the perfect shape to puncture a tire.


To compound the misery, as Susan was backing out of the crowded lot at the mechanic's, she collided with the passenger side mirror of the owner's car.

Both cars paid the price.


I think that last Friday's run of crappy luck has run its course. The car has an appointment for its very expensive repair, and the plug in the tire is holding nicely. The boys did a great job.

It only needs to hold until March 15th when the summer rubber goes back on.

We are crossing our fingers, and counting our many, many, many other blessings.

15 comments:

RichardM said...

We had a Toyota minivan that had run-flat tires and we went through 3 sets of them in 4 years. Fortunately, all of them were replaced under warranty. I was in a hurry to get rid of the van until I actually needed to purchase a set at some exorbitant price.

That does look like an expensive repair. Panel replacement and a new door skin plus paint?

David Masse said...

BMW assessed a panel replacement, but a repair for the door. You could do insurance claims adjusting :)

David Masse said...

Our run flats have held up well enough, both winter and summer tires.

RichardM said...

All of our run flat tires started to fall apart on the inside. Tread wear was just fine. They would start to leak air and when they removed them to look, the inside would be full of tire pieces. I don't think that I would ever use them again. Maybe they don't like really cold weather.

David Masse said...

We haven't had that experience, yet the tires are changed twice a year. Changing run flats is a pain because they are so stiff. We have it done at a tire store.

David Blackburn said...

Not a good day at all. Never tried run flat tires but may have to look into them.

SonjaM said...

One of those days... bummer. The debris from the puncture looks nasty. Keeping my fingers crossed that the tire will last until swapping them.

Charlie6 said...

boy you guys are proving out the expression: when it rains, it pours...

David Masse said...

You know, they would be overkill on my Honda Civic.

But when you have a large SUV with humonguous wheels, and those bloody theft resistant lug nuts, the prospect of changing a tire is extremely off-putting. The Run flats make sense in that situation, and particularly for a female driver. They provide significant peace of mind.

Coop a.k.a. Coopdway said...

David, thanks again for the reminder. So, so many good days and then a bad one here and then stand out. Most of the time, most of us get by easier than we certainly might.

May Ms. Luck be with you for the next long while.

Trobairitz said...

Well you both had a crap day. What is that about misery loving company?

At least you both got your crap days out of the way on the same day and could commiserate with each other.

David Masse said...

So far so good, just a few weeks to go. We'll have the summer tires on for the drive to Toronto.

David Masse said...

You know, I think that for non-life-altering bad news, that Friday set a record.

David Masse said...

Kind thoughts Doug, kind thoughts.

It's just the law of averages catching us up :)

David Masse said...

It's true, we do love each others' company. Maybe that's it, some kind of weird extra dimension to our universe at work.

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