She must be a fine driver to be able to navigate it to the hard shoulder after the fright she must have got.
Best bit of driving I ever saw was a fella getting a blow out in the fast lane of the Naas Road doing a fair owl speed and managing to manoeuvre the car into the hard shoulder in busy Sunday evening traffic.
Wasn’t a bad price considering. She must have been knackered
The 19" ones? At least 150 euro a corner
Depends on tyre make & size. Call out too.
Sounds more than fair tbh
The tyre is prob 120 alone so 125 for a quick emergency call out hardly a gouging IMO
What price peace of mind however. Cheap out all in all
I suppose the spare was well hidden in the boot.
My jallopy managed to sneak home. The boys were quiet so i said they were in good form and felt sorry for it.
She was exhausted too. She’s exhausted putting up with me 20 years.
I’d say I may have met the same fella today. I had one bad tyre which I knew was on its last legs so failed on that.
I had a quick errand to do in town before going to replace the tyres (one other advisory tyre), so I parked in the taxi rank on Sarsfield Street instead of putting on the hazards on William Street.
I arrived back a few minutes later and there were two Guards standing beside the car, at a taxi rank full of other private cars, talking to an auld wan.
I went to hop in, hoping for the best, but one of them pulled me up and said the taxi drivers were giving them awful trouble about the rank being full but he knew I hadn’t been gone too long so no ticket. Next thing he says, ’ what’s that’s all about?'. I looked on the screen and unbeknownst to me there was a dangerous fail sticker on it which was obscured by the rear view mirror from the driver’s seat perspective. He told me had never encountered one of those stickers before. After a bit of discussion he concluded I was sound enough and in a catch 22 situation so sent me on my way.
Hard to fathom that.
You must have had a fierce gormless head on you
I’d say so. I think the Limerick GAA jacket got me over the line.
You’re lucky it wasn’t Pawdee
Or the sprinter from Clare
Linford Christie and his mate, Stevie Wonder. FFS.