Not only has a nail found a home in one of our car’s tires, but the tire also has something of gash in it for good measure (pothole, surely). Post-K life in New Orleans has this added disincentive. I’ve lost count of how many flats we’ve had …
Ah, geez. I empathize! I’ve learned the meaning of the term “pressure egg” because of New Orleans streets. Also, even though my tires had pre-flood 30,000-mile warranties on them, the tire store told me post-flood that all the records had been lost because of the flood…like they don’t have all that information in a national or even international database, for crying out loud? A friend of mine had the same experience. I think honoring all those warranties for N.O. gashes, pressure eggs, etc, was just too steep.
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