My Morning Commute Explains Why I Need to Own a Tire Store

My theory in life is, "If I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all," and trust me, it's true. Here's why:

My life sucks. Okay, not totally, but today sucked for sure.

My commute is 106 miles round trip everyday and I drive though the massive I-84 Waterbury project as well. Knowing the bad New England weather, I finally bought an SUV about two years ago. A safer all wheel drive vehicle to get me through snow and ice on my way to the radio station.

On my way home on Aug. 24 I had a flat. I managed to get off the highway, and the wonderful guy that helped me took one look and said, I think you're going to need four tires because this is an all wheel drive. I figured he was pulling my leg. Sadly, by the time I got to my dealership, that bad news was confirmed. The only upside was that I put so many miles on my vehicle that I was only about 10,000 away from needing tires anyway. With Winter around the corner, I paid the $648, begrudgingly, but still knowing it was inevitable.

As if that didn't suck enough, here comes the "if I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all" part. Fast forward to just about two months later. This morning as I was getting in the vehicle I glanced down only to find a big shiny silver thing sticking out of the sidewall of my rear drivers side tire. $@!%%&!!!

Knowing that I needed to get it fixed right away, I stopped at my dealership on the way to work. That shiny silver thing, not much bigger than a paper clip, was in a spot on the sidewall that is dangerous to fix. So, 140 - dollars later, ( hey, at least my tire was now on sale, and since they weren't even two months old yet, I could get just one ) I was on my way to work.

All this, and I wasn't even any where near the Waterbury hell yet. Now that really does suck!