ChrisNLA
Well-Known Member
While I feel like there might be a very slight amount of comedic drama in this story...This morning I woke up, looked outside to make sure no one stole my new tires. Yeah, paranoia.
I make a cuppa Joe, sit down to drink it. I thought I could drag my Jeep through the car wash to get rid of that blue tint on the raised white letters. Then maybe, if I feel like it, take it to the dealer for an oil change. I got the oil changed shortly after I bought it, Jeep site says January. I've only put 4,000 on it since purchase in November, but whadehell, I got that 3 change package already paid for. It's only 4:30 in the morning, I gotta wait.
There is a Buc-ee's down the street from my house, less than a 5 minute drive. I have car wash tickets backed up because if you pay 13 bucks for "The Works", you get the wash, vacuum, tire shine (which I decline) AND .30 cents off per gallon. I have a few tickets in my console, good for 1 year.
Let's see....drag out the hose, bucket, wash mitt or go to Buc-ee's. It's now 8am, I step outside and I presume the temp is already in the 90's. Buc-ee's for the win. I keep a roll of painters tape under the back seat. I remove my radio antenna, my GMRS antenna. I tape over the radio antenna socket, the GMRS mount has a screw on rain cap. I throw a strip or two of tape over my gas flap; their blower likes to flip that thing open every time. Powerful sucker. Makes my wipers shake like a fat kid watching his banana split being made.
Off to Buc-ee's, it's 8:30, all the normal people should already be on their way to work.
No one at the wash. Excellent. I pull out my oldest receipt and pull up to the station to enter the code. Window down, I pull up slowly. I hear the uncomfortable groan of rubber on concrete. Yes, boys and girls, I pulled too close to the island holding the check-in station. That noise was my brand new K03's, raised white letters out, arguing with the concrete and losing. This is where the next county over heard me curse. I back up slowly, enter the code and go in the wash. I pull out and go to the vacuum station. I get out and see what I've done. Less than 24 hrs on the Jeep.
I go home, grab a rag and some Simple Green. I say to the Jeep God's, "Please, please, please.". Squirt some Simple Green onto the rag and wipe. IT CAME OFF !! NO DAMAGE !!" I am once again a happy, fat, old Irishman.
Then I went to get my oil change, but that's for another post; I type too fast as it is and my posts are more along the lines of a short story than a post.
...I once drove all the way back from Moab (so that's like 1600 miles one way) with more than one tread lug fully ripped off my KM2 and at least one gouge in the sidewall where I could see the fabric, LOL.
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