This was too easy. I went to Just Tires to take care of my flat tire, using my road hazard warrantee.
I told them I would prefer having a new tire instead of fixing the old one -- haaaaaaaa -- but we all know the warrantee has gobbledegook language that lets them fix the tire if they think it's fixable. Of course I could always BUY a new tire. Meanwhile, the fixed tire does retain its warrantee. I just have to be patient. When the patch fails on the old tire and I run off the road, I can finally get a new tire for free.
Just Tires said they would rotate the tires [for free] and check to see if I needed a wheel alignment [about $80]. I didn't tell them that I had marked the tires so I could tell if they had been rotated. Funny, nobody asked what all the white chalk Roman numerals were. The flat was marked with a IV. The others with I, II, III. I asked where the fixed flat was going to go. Left front. Sure enough, that's where they put it. And they switched all the other ones too.
Then I was braced for a wheel alignment charge, but they said, no, the car doesn't need one.
Total cost: $0. That's the good news.
The bad news is that I had a run in with one of the construction dudes today. Each morning it's a crap shoot who is going to show up to make noise and leave construction poop on the road.
Some guy pulls up in a HUGE dump truck and parks it in the middle of the street, almost blocking my driveway, but not quite. Today they're removing dirt for a new driveway.
I back out, slowly, because I have to dodge the front end of a an electric blue and chrome truck cab so large that the tires are almost as high as the roof of my Jeep. With giant treads that eat small children.
I continued to creep slowly, slowly, slowly, because I didn't want to hit something the size of a T. Rex that could dent my car with just the sound of its engine.
I don't remember being that careful leaving my driveway since the flood of '87, when people floated in boats down the street. Careful. Careful. Tap. I touched the truck. Touched it. I didn't hit it. I didn't bang into it. I literally touched it -- *tap* as opposed to *TAP.* In fact, as taps go, this one didn't even begin to qualify as a no harm, no foul parallel parking tap.
So I put my car in drive. BUT WAIT!! OUT OF NOWHERE, HERE COMES THE TRUCK DRIVER!! HEY HEY HEY HEY!! Irolled about five feet and stopped. He comes running up to my window.
Yes? You hit my truck. No, I barely touched your truck. You have no damage. Well, be more careful next time. No, next time you be more careful and don't park your rig in front of my driveway.
Honest to goodness the guy was smiling. There will be nine inch nails on my driveway tonight.