Friday was an absolutely gorgeous day, sun and blue skies. low humidity, and a few fluffy white clouds. Plus, at one point in the middle of the day, it was 83F as opposed to somewhere in the 90s. Of course, the temps will go back up and that is perfectly okay.
Tommy went out to the washing machine and discovered his back driver side tire was flat. I don't mean low; I mean flat on the ground. I was ecstatic because it did not happen when we were gone, plus now was a good time to test the little gadget to see if it really would fill a tire from flat. We used it to fill a half-flat tire, but this was a true test. lol...okay in my opinion. I knew we would need this air compressor eventually. We did and I am happy it worked for us.
He went into the house to find his tire gauge. I have no idea why it must be kept in the house. But, when he disengaged the air compressor, and used the tire gauge, the compressor would not start again. I remember it can only used for so many minutes before it must cool down. I just hope it will start again in order to finish filling. It did.
I love this little air compressor. We would have to call for help and pay or get a neighbor down here. I think the guy across the street has an air compressor that has wheels and is huge. Well, he did 20 years ago. But, today, we did it ourselves, Tommy mostly.
He took the car in and had the tires rotated while he was there. It cost him nothing because he has some sort of hazard plan. Of course, I followed him in my car and we went back in my car so he could retrieve his car. Oh, there was a screw in the tire.
I HAVE A THEORY
Since I have developed this theory, I pick up fewer screws/nails/pieces of metal. Not all these small tire hazards on the road cause a problem. Some are thrown off the side of the pavement. Then, they rest here in the bit of gravel or between grass and pavement. They don't get thrown again and go into the grass. So, they accumulate making a hazardous place to turn around or drive across, especially if you just scooch off the road to turn around, running on a path of the grave. This is also true for old service station areas, abandoned with just the pavement left. That bit of pavement looks like a good place to turn around. It is. But, I believe it is a prime place to pick up tire hazards! Prove me wrong...lol.
I avoid these handy looking places and beg Tommy to do so, too. But, he ignores me. You know I don't know anything!
When he aired up this tire, it immediately started losing many pounds of air, visible when we looked at it. Thankfully, Pep Boys was less than two miles from here.
Does my theory hold water? Tell me what you think? Have you picked up an inordinate amount of tire hazards by driving in places between pavement and grass or on old, abandoned patches of asphalt or concrete?
My car was started and driven, something I needed to do, so two chores.
Dinner--chili and cheese, hotdog and bun, and coleslaw. Tommy did not have cheese. I took one bun, put it on the plate and placed two hotdogs on the one bun, topped with chili and grated cheese and ate it with a fork. Tommy picked his buns up with his hands. He had Bob Evan's Mashed Potatoes.
One chore and the car have been our day! Plus, he did two loads of laundry for me and I hung it inside.