9 February 2007
Wish I'd thought of this
The nearest gas station/C-store has one of those coin-operated air compressors, and it is cunningly designed to run out of time at the beginning of one's third tire. I took all the precautions I could removed all the caps first, took all the pressure readings with my handy-dandy gauge, carefully dekinked the hose, and only then deposited the coins and still, two tires completed, third tire only just begun, and dead silence.
This is the sort of thing that makes me think "Geez, I ought to get a compressor of my own," and then I calculate how many trips I can make to that store for that amount of money.
Posted at 5:23 PM to Driver's Seat
Either that or go to 7-11 where they have free air :)
My adventures in acquiring free air in rural Oklahoma...
My dad loaned us his air compressor because we had a tire with a slow leak. I got so dependent on that thing, I was a bit embarrassed when I went to get the leak fixed and it didn't cost much at all. Dad was happy to get his long lost almost forgotten air compressor back. Sears did a good job fixin' the tire.
One reason I keep doing business with Kauffman Tire is the free lifetime tire repair.
I recently bought a Sears tire inflator -- $50, runs on ordinary wall current -- out of the same sense of frustration. Of course, I drive a monstrous Mercedes SUV with tires originally intended for the Space Shuttle, but even if I were still tooling around in my Mazda MX-3, I think I'd have done the same. This way, I get into and out of the gas station with a minimum of pain and delay -- most especially, without the agony of discovering that I've arrived there quarterless and once again must contrive to wheedle change from a surly Pakistani sales clerk without buying something other than gasoline.
No ATM surcharge and free air makes 7-11 the C-store winner in my book.
I do, in fact, have one of those little twelve-volt sort-of-compressors that plugs into the usual power point; it was barely adequate for my little Celica with thirteen-inch wheels, so I'm not even going to exhume it from wherever in the garage it is buried and try it on Gwendolyn's sixteens.
So I hied myself unto Sears and acquired an air compressor. Price: $50. (I also bought a broadcast spreader and an edger, but we won't discuss those matters.)
(FWP: Did you have the teensy 1.8-liter V6?)
That same $50 Sears compressor is what I use until the habit becomes enough of a nuisance to make the time to go to the tire store. As we all know, "free" is a term of art -- I can get my tires repaired without any financial outlay, but the time investment required on my part is a cost in and of itself.
I do, in fact, have one of those little twelve-volt sort-of-compressors that plugs into the usual power point
Ah, yes. My wife got one of those once upon a time. When I tried to use it an essential part, made of guess-what-quality plastic, broke immediately. That's why we have the $50 one from Sears.