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Great drawing Tbolt. The expressions on Pops are really cool.
Sign on the door at Pops's garage:
Cheap
Fast
Good
Pick any two =^^=
"What I mean, sir, is that if you run over a rock with your lawnmower and hit it, causing the blade to wrench around and yank the shaft out of alignment, that's not a manufacturer's defect and isn't covered."
"I want to speak to your manager."
^ Paraphrased from probably hundreds of conversations. So I know sorta what you go through. -.-
What, you mean you cant mow tree stumps with an 18" lawn mower?
"Because it's an expendable part. It's DESIGNED to be replaced on a regular basis."
Of course it doesn't help the company I work for is run by retards, either. >.<
Now I know how to change a tire myself!
Changing a tire usually isn't too difficult, just they sometimes do an outstanding job of hiding the necessary tools. Although, when you get that impact gunslinger that overtightens the lugs, it doesn't help much either!
Although that is a twofold lesson you had there:
1. It is amazing how rapidly your car can shred a tire (and even kill the rim, aluminum sucks!)
2. If you really NEED to, you can still drive on a flat to get out of a bad situation.
That tire though ... well, it didn't make it. But then, this was also the car that was the family hand-me-down for new drivers. I was third to inherit ol' Rustbucket. The stereo had been stolen, the AC didn't work, the automatic everything didn't work, and one morning in a fit of rage over the fact that the driver-side door was frozen shut, I managed to break the handle so I had to climb in from the passenger side. Yeah that was fun pulling into the gas station, hobbling on a shredded tire and having to get back in on the wrong side.
Now the vehicle I learned to drive in... Well, my dad's philosophy was "Stuff breaks" so the only reason our car had an AM radio was because he couldn't get one without a radio ("Who wants to listen to that crap when you're driving, anyways!")
Should I ever be priveliged to have children of my own, rest-assured, they shall also drive the most glorious beater to be found in the tri-state area!
Better yet, they'll have to earn the money to buy it themselves!