My tires haven’t been replaced since I bought my car in 2005. There’s more than 50,000 miles on them. I’m scared to put a penny in the tread, knowing the answer will probably cost another $399.99.
Back in my hometown there was a businessman named Fred Norman, who fought with Patton’s Third Army in World War II and always greeted you with a boisterous “Are ya right?!” and a shoulder-dislocating handshake. Among his many interests, he owned a tire dealership. “If you can’t see the tread, see Fred,” was his motto, which went on his ads in Dad’s newspaper.
Well, it’s gettin’ close, Fred, but I’m a continent away. Still wish I could see you to get a good deal on a set of four.
Kick around your stories of automotive repair and other whatnot in our early morning off-topic thread.
If you ever woke up and said, oh Jesus, what did I do last night, remember, in the long skein of human history, it’s not as bad as this.
Look, hiding neck-deep in a manure pit, that’s dedication. But it can stop there. If the cops got you after that, there’s no need to fight until you’re subdued by a stun gun.
Today’s the 57th anniversary of Molecular Structure of Nucleic Acids: A Structure for Deoxyribose Nucleic Acid. What’s that? It’s the article describing the double-helix structure of human DNA.
