Had my snow tires put on this weekend.
Monday I go to work, and it feels a little squishy in the front. It's only about a mile and a half (and raining), so I crawl to work, get there, and yep, about 12 pounds down. Bad seal is my thought. Grumble grumble, put the little toy compressor to it. It's good. Good that evening. Good last night. Good this morning.
Get out of work, utterly flat.
Put the compressor to it. Nothing.
Try to goop it. Nothing.
Grumble, grumble, cuss, cuss. Get the donut out of the trunk. Get the jack and the tire iron. Swap it out.
Found the problem- the head of a square nail is deep between the treads. *sighs* They were brand new last winter. And an antique, hand forged nail that has been minding it's own business for over a century ruins my day.
Headlamp and McFeely's Pocket Wrench from the EDC helped out.
Tomorrow night I'll try to get it repaired. *sighs*
That was my excitement for the day. Ready for everything short of a nuclear exchange with what is in my car. Glad I was ready for this or I'd never be able to live it down.
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-IronRaven
When a man dare not speak without malice for fear of giving insult, that is when truth starts to die. Truth is the truest freedom.