The bad news: Walking out to my car this morning I just happened to notice a HUGE tear in the sidewall of one of my tires. Thank you, Michigan potholes.
The good news: I didn’t discover this sidewall tear while doing 70 on the freeway, or while I was 200 miles from home over the weekend. Can’t really bitch too much, considering that…
I’m off to the tire place at 8 AM tomorrow for new rubber at all four corners. Only the one is damaged, but they’re all six years old and have 52k on ‘em. Might as well spring for a whole new set.
Be glad you got 52K out of em. I’m about to replace mine after 24K. I could have gotten maybe 30K out of them had I rotated more often, but too late now.