Oye, this tire thing has gotten way out of hand!!!
Ya see, even though she is Swedish, Veronique was born with Italian tires. (The Swedes are not known for their tires, ya know!) Expensive Italian tires. Expensive, rare, Italian tires.
Only one tire company in Houston even carries them. And they had to order it. And it finally came in today. And Boy Ginger actually got home from work early, so Miss G sent him out in Veronique to get the tire put on.
After paying (through the ass) for it, the car went on the rack... briefly. Then the guy comes back in from the garage and says the words you don't want to hear: "It needs a new wheel!"
Sure enough, he showed me where there is a big crack and a bend, caused by one of Houston's infamous crater-sized potholes!
The new wheel, of course, has to be ordered, too. So for yet another night, Miss Veronique cowers in the garage, missing her Manolo Blahnik and wearing instead an ugly black and yellow walking cast!