The cooler weather chased King and I inside today (Saturday). Yesterday was cooler as well, but it didn’t stop King from playing golf with our sons.
I did venture out earlier today to try to get tires for our trailer. It was somewhat of a lesson in futility.
I saw an ad on Facebook messenger for tires: Tires for sale. A variety of sizes available. Prices starting at $30 and up.
So I fired off a message: Do you have trailer tires? Size ST205/75R15? I need four.
Answer: Yes
Me: Ok. How much?
Answer: a photo of a business card
So being I was tired of listening to college football and old TV Westerns I hopped into the truck and drove to the address on the card.
A sign on the building said to “Honk horn for service.”
A woman came out.
Woman: Can I help you?
Me: Yes. I’m looking for trailer tires.
Woman: Yeah. My partner said you had sent a message.
Me: Yes. Do you have them in stock? How much?
Woman: (glancing at the back of my truck) You don’t have a trailer.
Me: Well, no not with me. I just want to know the price of the tires.
Woman: What size trailer do you have?
Me: It’s 23 feet. Do you mount them and pack the bearings?
Woman: That’s expensive.
Me. OK. Do you have the tires?
Woman: What size is your trailer?
Me. Still 23 feet.
Woman: Is it a boat trailer? Where is it?
Me: No it’s an RV. It’s not with me. I’d have to go get it.
Woman: Those are heavy.
Me: I know. Do you have ST205/75R15 tires? How. Much. Do. They. Cost?
Woman: Yes. We have that size. We don’t do RVs. You are going to have to go somewhere to get tires mounted. Nearest place is Camping World in Grand Rapids. It will be expensive.
Me: Sighing. OK. Thank you.
I drove four miles down the road to the nearest service station. They not only could get me the tires. They could mount them and pack the bearings. As can several other places within a 20-mile radius. I even got prices from them.
A friend suggested they were actually selling drugs and I simply did not know the correct code word for buying said drugs.
She may have been right.
