Last night, on the way home from a business dinner, the “tire pressure low” alert light comes on. On my way, I figure I’ll stop and add some air to the tire. As I’m putting air in, it is literally leaking out so fast that the air compressor can’t keep up (as a side note: Kompressor does not dance).
So, after I get the shitty jack in place and ruin a pretty good pair of khakis, I finally get the donut on so I can drive ALL FIVE MILES to the Lexus dealer. I am a little bitter that it was such a fast leak, thus necessitating putting the spare on to drive such a short distance.
On the flipside, the service at our dealer is spectacular as always.
Bitter, huh? Did you cling to your guns too?
You bet.