Of course, no tire changing event can take place without pouring rain, so when I went out to change the tire at 5pm on Monday, pouring rain is what I got. But as you know, only fire and gas can stop Jews, so I gave the sky a big middle finger and jacked that mammajamma towards the clouds to throw on my nifty little donut. Unfortunately, the spare was a little flat as well and I had no compressor, so I had to resort to a bike pump to get that spare as close to 60PSI as possible while the rain soaked me through.

By the time I finished that task, I was juicy wet (from the rain of course) and pissed, so I just wanted to go in, change, and watch the Packers game. Unfortunately, the Packers decided to play without a defense at all, which was an interesting but ineffective strategy. Luckily, ABC also carried the ESPN broadcast, so I was able to watch it in HD. Also, Prison Break, in HD, kicked ass, so there were a few good things about the evening when it was all said and done.

Still, I had a tire issue. I decided to replace all four of them for the reasons I typed above. I had heard good things about Firestone, and since the place is but a few minutes away I decided they would be the lucky souls to profit from my flat. I made an appointment with them for as soon as they opened this morning (7am), because they told me the process would be 1 hour or less.

Of course, you can't fix cars without being a cheeky bastard, so I knew I would get raped somehow. First, the tires came to $540 after taxes and whatnot, even with $120 off in some kind of deal. Well, I figured, Jeeps have big tires, and the new ones are decent, so I suppose I could take the charge. The thing that really pissed me off, though, was the fact that even though I got there at 6:55, they didn't move my car into the fucking garage until almost 7:30am. I almost burned the place to the ground, but they finally moved it in there as I was about the dump the gas can on the stack of display tires in the lounge. Lucky them.

It then took 50 minutes to put four new tires on the car. I guess I can handle that, but I was really pissed it took them 30 minutes just to put my car in the garage, even though they specifically told me it would take 1 hr, which is why I made the appointment for 7am. You see, I have to work at 8am. It made perfect sense. It would have been executed flawlessly had the Firestone guys not been mega douchebags. Thanks to them, I wasn't at work until almost 9am.

But, I now have four new, awesome tires. Finally, I'll have some traction in light rain. And snow. That's kind of important around here. Last winter was fun, but with all the extra traffic in Milwaukee, a little traction is going to be very helpful.

Well, I'd better hit the ol' dusty trail. Remember, when a mechanic says 1 hour, plan for 10. It's science.

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