So we all remember my last car, which met it's demise with Mrs. Scotch at the helm
and I replaced it with this
Well, as I mentioned elsewhere, our community band restarted rehearsals last weekend. It was a beautiful day, and we drove there in my car, with the top down. This was the setup
Meanwhile, Mrs. Scotch (reluctantly) took my car to visit her mom. On the way back to pick me up, she hit a massive pothole, which cracked the sidewalls on 2 of the run-flat tires. As it turns out, the tires were original to the car (12 years old), and a bit brittle. We tried to make it home, but I had to pull into the famed NH State Liquor store highway rest stop in Hampton, as the tire was smoking and coming off the rim.
We called a tow truck to pickup the car, and bring it to the BMW dealership that I have used. But we can't get an Uber driver to get us. So we stuffed ourselves into the tow truck, and now we're all at the dealership, 20 miles from home. Still no Uber. We ended up calling a taxi. Remember those?
On Monday, I was told (predictably) that I'd have to replace all 4 tires. And that's where the stimulus check went.