The Time I Almost Died at Costco
I about dropped dead yesterday. Ok, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but for sure, my heart at least skipped a beat and the breath was stolen from my lungs. I guess I could be considered naive when it comes to the price of car parts, but I didn't think I was that naive. Adam and I walked into Costco's tire center, hand in hand and smiling in love, and walked out $1,300 poorer, me shocked, wife glaring at her husband. Like, for real?! Oh my gosh, how is that even legal?! It's rubber, for goodness sakes!!! Ahhhhh!!! Adam warned me it would be expensive, but it didn't become reality until he punched that four-digit code into the machine, agreeing to the disappearance of our moneys. Do you know how much baby stuff I could buy for $1300?!! At least 3 strollers, a car seat, two diaper bags, a pack&play, AND some scoops of ice cream!! Pouty face. But, I do admit, however reluctantly, that a flat tire in the middle of nowhere with a newborn baby on board might be an issue...so, forced to pull the trigger, we bought new tires. And learned a very valuable lesson in the process:
ROTATE YOUR TIRES EVERY 6,000 MILES, people.
News to us. I mean, we obviously knew to rotate the tires, but we weren't aware that rotating them that often would almost DOUBLE their life. We only got 43K miles out of these bad boys before balding the outer walls almost completely, but after yesterday, I'm determined to make these new, stupidly expensive ones, last - at minimum - 70K miles. Cheers to hard, costly lessons, my friends!
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