I had to drive up and down the road and search diligently for A & R Tire. There was no big sign, not a lot of advertising (I believe that their business is boosted by positive word of mouth!)So, here's my positive word: Wow! When I finally found the place I simply pulled into the lot, wandered into the shop and asked about the chances of getting new tires. I got a speedy estimate that sounded fair, and was told that, if I opted for the installation, twenty minutes later I'd be driving away with the new tires attached to the bottom of my car.
That's all there was to it! Except for this:
When I first pulled into the parking lot, my mouth fell open at that gigantic tire I showed you earlier. My goodness! I thought. A small family could live in that tire! (I later revised my estimation to a roomy shelter for one).
And, then! The place was like a museum. I walked into the "shop" and stared in fascination at the "desk" (perhaps just a shelf, it was difficult to determine). I wanted a museum description, an explanation of what I was seeing: "This shelf has been used as a catchall desk for X number of decades. Some of the papers have never been excavated from the layers of dirt and debris and may date to prehistoric times!"
(I spent my twenty minutes taking photos, and chortling over my good fortune at finding the place.
The bottom line was that I drove away with a good bottom line to my car! And a distinctly heightened desire to get the scrapes and scratches on the side of my car expunged*]).
*Which, as I've told you in exquisite detail, is occurring.**
**And this late-breaking news: That car-repair deal is now done!***
***The car looks fantastic! The End.
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