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| - At 7 a.m. on a Thursday, I took my 2000 Camry to my favorite mechanic, James West Automotive down the street.
"My front end's shimmyin' and shakin' somethin' fierce," I told Mr. West. He took one look and said, "It's the tires." He suggested Discount Tire.
That's what I like about Mr. West. He shunned the opportunity to perform front-end work on my car. He could have flimflammed me with automotive jargon and I wouldn't have been any the wiser.
Since Discount Tire doesn't open until 8 a.m. we had no choice but to visit Big Dog's. We left the car at the tire shop and trudged a few doors up Rancho in the blistering morning heat to enjoy a delightful breakfast at Big Dog's.
Back at the shop, an employee measured the tires with a gauge about the size of those little half-pencils you find at the library. "Your tires are separating," he announced. He pointed to a miniscule crack between a tread. Separation anxiety! New rubber quick!
Based on arcane tire terminology, I bought a set of nice Michelins for $89 each. They're estimated to last 80,000 miles. Did I get a good deal? Who knows. I'm not a savvy consumer under the best conditions. With a 23-ounce bomber of Big Dog's double IPA in me, my ability to drive a hard bargain is compromised.
The salesman mentioned that the price included free replacement, roadside service, and so on. Only after the tires were installed and I received my statement was it clear they tacked on $56 for this coverage. They take advantage because you just want to be on your way and get the automotive ordeal over with. When dealing with automotive types, be on guard for deception and dishonesty.
I did get a $70 instant rebate, however. At first, the salesman offered a mail-in rebate. Mail-in rebates are crap. I told him I had no interest in any stinkin' mail-in rebate. Fine, he said, I'll give you an instant rebate. It took some of the sting out of the warranty swindle.
My tires are stamped "1611," which means they were manufactured in the 16th week of this year. They were nice enough not to stick me with tires from 2007. The store wasn't busy. Out of six or seven tire shop guys hanging around, only one did any work--the guy who installed the tires.
New rubber transforms the driving experience. The old jalopy handles like a dream.
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