Simplified choice
I shopped and studied and considered the possibilities. In the end, the choice wasn’t mine to make. Not my car; not my choice. We now own a new set of winter tires. The mag wheels will be delivered in a couple or three weeks, and at that point the whole thing will be married and mounted and sent off to see the world. $1500. Slightly over budget, but the convenience of the box store system won out.
Odd way to buy things, when you think about it. A section of the warehouse, full of newly minted rubber. Minted, as in worth as much as the coin of the realm. Their own weight in some precious metal, probably. Nothing that you would refer to as “cash and carry”, though. Each pile of tires had the name of a client, because this is boom time in the industry.
We did “carry” ours; a way of clearing out space for the guys who work there. And, they know their stuff. While I was puzzled about how you get the right combination of numbers and letters (almost as mysterious as lottery tickets), the lad behind the counter asked three simple questions. What make? What model? Steel or mags. Even the brand of tires didn’t seem to be an issue. Everybody wants what is on sale. Remember, this was Price Club.
And so, in a driving rain, I loaded the new rubber into the rear of the Rogue and we went on home. By the time the mags arrive, it will be time to get snow ready. After all, that’s the law.
