I’m at the tire shop last trying to get a repair done. Turns out I couldn’t because that’s what happens when you run over a razor blade and it shoots into your rear tires like a baseball through a pitch machine. But that’s not what’s is important.
I park. I go inside, then outside with “the guy”, then inside where “the guy” tells me it will be 30 minutes or so. So I sit and whip out Angry Birds or Words with Friends or Instagram. But that’s not what’s important.
My MINI has a very distict sound when it starts and when it’s running. I’m sure it has something to do with the NASCAR style exhaust I installed on it when I was a kid. Point being, when it’s started, I hear it. And since I’m extra, weirdly protective, of my MINI, I go outside.
Everything is going well with the kid trying to move my MINI into the repair bay until he stalls it backing up. Ok, he’s a kid, I cut him some slack. His Japanese car has an automatic, so he doesn’t get a lot of practice. Finally backed out of the spot, he stalls when trying to move foward.
Honestly, it’s all I can do to keep from pointing and laughing. He works **at a tire shop**. A shop that **puts tires on cars**. All kinds of cars, including those with manual transmissions. Even while I was having a hard time standing up from laughing so hard, I still felt a little embarrassed for this National Chain of Tire Stores that You Have Heard Me Talk About Before.
2 new Kumho Ecsta ASXs have been ordered for installation early next week and I will be ordering 2 more the week after. It will be nice to get some good rubber back on Roxy again.