Turns out it wasn’t about tires
at all. When my neighbor asked me to go
tire shopping with him, I asked him why he would be putting new tires on the
new car he had just bought. He said that
when he was pulling into his garage, he noticed his car shaking quite a
bit. “I’ll be right over,” I said. I
want to take a look at your driveway and your tires.”
The moment I reached his driveway
I could see the problem. “Did you do
laundry yesterday?” He said that he
washed a bunch of his wrinkle-free shirts, after which, he pulled his dryer
outside and shook it upside-down to dump all of the wrinkles out of it. “Well, they have all gotten into your
driveway, and now you’re driving over them.
It isn’t your tires; it’s those stupid wrinkles from your shirts. I have an industrial steam iron; it is good
for both concrete and asphalt. I’ll bring it over.”
By mid-morning we had his driveway
smooth as glass. I suggested to him that
whatever those shirt manufacturers were adding to their shirt material to keep
wrinkles from sticking, he should get some and sprinkle it on his driveway, to keep
this from happening again. He agreed and
I headed back home with my iron. It was
still a little warm but not too hot to hold.
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