Today I woke up early with all sorts of grand plans to get things accomplished. I took care of the dogs and walked to the Silverado to go get my morning coffee - that's when things turned bad.
The Silverado had a very flat tire.
So, I think OK I can deal with that and proceed to attempt to change the tire. Well, after getting all of the never-used jack and lug wrench stuff out from its compartment behind the seat, I take off the centercap and try the first lug.
Stuck.
I mean really stuck.
I fight with it for a while with no effect, then actually stand on the lug wrench - no movement.
I start to jump on the lug wrench and It finally started to move. I think "great" half an hour into this and I have one lug loose.
2 hours later, 5 of the 8 lugs are now broken loose but the lug wrench is a pretzel and that last three lugs are deforming but not turning.
So I try a 1/2" drive ratchet and socket, then add a large extension, then switch to a huge breaker bar, then try a deadblow hammer - all to no effect.
At the end of that little episode, I finally manage to break one of the three remaining lugs loose by main force - my shoulder and back still hurt.
So, the two remaining lugs are now so deformed and stripped that the socket no longer fits.
I resort to drastic measures.
I use a hand sledge to hammer on a size smaller socket, attach the breaker bar, and slip a 3 foot long pipe over the end.
I push.
I push harder.
Finally, I get both lugs off.
I know have 1 flat tire and three ruined lugs.
A good look at the tire and I find a giant, blue, concrete screw at the very edge of the tread.
So I call for a ride, and take the tire to the local Chevy dealer where the tech tells me that (as I suspected) the tire cannot be patched. They do give me three new lugs, however.
Now it's off to the tire store to get a new tire. I choose the tire I want to go with this time and I wait.
After what seems like too long of a time, they tell me that the computer is wrong and they don't have that tire in stock after all. But they will give me another one temporarily and order the ones I want for Monday. I say OK.
They mount the tire and I think about how the truck is going to behave with mismatched tires and I worry about what that might do to the locking rear. Not to mention that I have a heavy workload scheduled for the truck beginning tomorrow. I also think about Having to take a chunk out of my Monday to get this dealt with. So I ask them if they can just put the other tire on if I hurry back - they say ok as long as I get there by 3:30 PM.
It is just after 2PM at this point and it's a 20 minute drive each way.
I rush home and mount the new tire. At this point I am starving and have run out of cigarettes.
But there is no time to waste, so I just jump in the truck and head back.
I make it with ten minutes to spare after cursing two idiots on bikes that decided to hold up a line of traffic (because they have the right to), and another idiot in a Tahoe driving with his flashers on at 15mph. I made sure that the bike-riders ate a copiuos amount of diesel exhaust when I got the chance to get around them.
On the way back, I come to the painful conclusion that the front tires are even worse than the rears so I ask them to do all four.
The real bitch of this all is that the tires only had at most 20k on them and they were complete junk.
So now my 45k mile truck has its third set of new tires.
The crappy tires were Michelin LTX ATs - don't buy them.
Well, that's the story of my Saturday. Instead of getting a bunch of work done I ended up spending $630.00 that I hadn't planned on spending quite so soon.
Thanks for reading my rant.