Is there a bigger rip off than buying new tires?  I’d be hard pressed to find one!  I bought a new Jeep (well new to me) this summer and the existing tires are almost as bald as yours truly.  So with the forecast calling for a few inches of new snow, I figured I’d better slip & slide my way to the store for new tires. 

Jesse told me I’d get off pretty cheap with my truck.  Boy was HE WRONG!  First of all, they didn’t have any tires in my size.  (I know. I thought that pretty ridiculous, too!)  The guy told me I should buy the next size up.  “Always go bigger,” he says.  So I look at tires in the next size bigger.  They aren’t cheap.  I point out the cheapest tires in that size and ask the guy what he thinks of them.  He tells me they don’t channel well and will pack up with snow and lose traction.  I ask him what he recommends and he points out the most expensive tires on the rack.  I think these guys see me coming.

Oh, well.  Six hundred dollars later I’ve got four shiny new tires.  Blue (I mean, white) side out.  Big ‘ol knobby treads.  Ready for anything winter has to offer.  Then I get home and pull into my garage, and realize my spare is now a size too small.

UPDATE: The guys at the tire shop got the right size tires in and swapped them out for me for free yesterday (12/20/07)!  Life is good!

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