I got a flat tire up on Rixhaven (one of the points on my mail route where I’m farthest away from the PO) yesterday….and I didn’t have a spare tire.

The tire store ripped me off on a defective tire….but, while they were waiting 7 days to tell me that they weren’t going to help me, I drove the route without a safety net.

This new flat was just like the first flat that I was contesting with the tire store…..a small series of slits in-between the tread. Eventually, the belts start showing….so I didn’t even try to get this tire patched….even though it had a good bit of tread left.

Jenny went and bought a used tire for me while I was driving the route, and, luckily, was my hero when I called her to tell her that I was marooned.

She turned around on her way home after picking Nate up from school….and drove down the mountain to find me.

It’s a long way to drive….some of my route is pretty remote.

It was good that she had a new/old tire for me to put on and get going on the route again….and strange timing that I had a flat the day she got the news that buying another tire was my only option to fixing the situation.

It’s kind of short-sighted when a business treats a customer like that.

I will never patronize or recommend the store again….and I may never buy another Goodyear product again.

Just because of how I was treated when a tire blew apart in a way I’d never seen before.

Oh, well.

Having someone to rescue you is a good feeling.

We have each other’s back.