It was a dark and lonely night, only the crickets and a wide-eyed crazy scooter pilot flying down the back country road. Thoughts of wonder, thoughts of glee, and thoughts of impending doom as the odometer hits 4790. Will the tire make it home? Flashing images of "Kramer" pushing the the envelope after the needle hit "E", how many miles can they go?, how many miles can I go? I get home, the odometer reads 4800, another successful journey. I check my email, my tires get here tommorrow, woooot, I don't know how many more miles I could have gone, unlike Kramer, I'll never know I'm off to the tire shop on Wednesday to have the new shoes put on .
This was my feeble attempt at writing humor I hope it wasn't to bad.
Just think, now you got racing slicks, vroom, vroom.
"When your mouth is yapping your arms stop flapping, get to work" - a quote from my father R.I.P..
always start with the simple, it may end up costing you little to nothing
thats how bald my rear tire was, too, on the day that i just happened to look. yikes. it was a good thing that i only went around very little that day, and it was nice and sunny.
» Current: 2006 Saabaru 9-2x Aero, 2006 Scion xB, Original '07 Series Italia, 2003 Marin Highway One » Departed: 2004 Subaru WRX, 1999 1/2 VW GTI
Luigi said it best, "No, no, no! You don't know what you want! Luigi know what you want. Black-wall tires, they blend into the pavement, but these white-wall tires, they say look at me, here I am, love me."