Ignoring the idiot lights
There is a carefully measured balance between the rubber and the road. Or, more precisely, the air inside that rubber. Tires. I learned, early, that a flat tire was highly inconvenient. I didn’t own a bacycle, bufamily next door had a loaner Mustang. I would wheel my steed down to the garage on the other corner, pump things up until the little bell would ring, and then head out on the trails. Literally. Once I learned that a flat tire could be repaired with an afternoon of tool play, I would try to keep that loaner in better mechanical shape (so they would stop blaming me for the recurring flats). Part of my life experience.
Technology changes, and I learned about different valve stems and such. Until cars. A flat tire on a car was a bigger deal. Apparently you could kill yourself through careless jacking. Note, I did not kill myself. Or anyone else.
Once we had a family car, I determnented that the idiot lignt on the dash was related to the tires, but unly because we had been too frugal to purchase “sensors” for the winter rims. I mean, what was the sense, when a bit of black tape would hide that light until spring. I know; I sould have known better. Oh well.
So, my latest educational quest has to do with TPMS. I am unsure if I need one (yet) as it might be a factory installed option, but I have a lot of time on my hands. All of my learning is in anticipation. I want to be ready, before the tires arrive.
