Really awfully tyred out!

R and friend on Sunday.  No, not tampered with in any way.  The crocodile had, though, lost his appetite.

R and friend soaking up sun on Sunday.  No, not tampered with in any way. The crocodile had lost his appetite.

When one gets new sets of tyres,
Optimism it inspires
That they may provide support
For some years, as well they ought. 

It can therefore drive one mad
To find one that it, has had! –
Three weeks later cost to face
Is not done with a good grace! 

Potholes are to blame, they say,
And I wonder if these may,
With the tyre dealers, be
Part of a conspiracy!

I posted here about having to replace two front tyres, with much muttering and misery.  On Sunday, Oscar, S-in-L’s cat, pointed out to Much Better Half that one of the new tyres had a bulge in it.  (Well, he rubbed against it more than pointing – anyway, he drew it to her attention.)

During a day filled with happy little incidents like leaving J’s school bag on the pavement outside the school (it was handed in, hooray!) as a result of being distracted by a serious sibling squabble, and of having to get duplicate keys cut and buy gutter brackets and things, I took the tyre for replacement.

‘Pothole damage; not covered by guarantee,’ they announced cheerfully.

‘Oh, yes,’ I responded with heavy sarcasm.  ‘Not a mark on the wall, so the pothole jumped through the valve and bashed the tyre from the inside, I imagine?’

A senior was called.  ‘Typical pothole damage,’ he confirmed, nodding wisely.  Before I could give my famous imitation of Vesuvius in action, he added, ‘Look,’ and pointed to a dent and crack in the hubcap exactly above the bump.  ‘The edge of the pothole hits the tyre, it cracks on the inside, and you get a bulge,’ he clarified.

I let my big breath out unaccompanied by sound, and paid up.  But not happily.

Later I removed a window with a rotted frame from high up in the new domicile (not yet moved into) as a pattern for a replacement.  I was quite pleased with my inventiveness in doing the job single-handed.  The plan I arrived at was to put it in a sling secured to the burglar bars, so that after I removed the final screws from inside I could lower it to the ground on a rope.  Then I taped some large doggy-food plastic packs over the gap to keep weather out.

More pics of weekend activities to add to the top one:

J in action at the School Sports Day on Saturday.

J in action at the School Sports Day on Saturday.

R in the Relay.

R in the Relay.







My 3Kg fruit salad made on Sunday.  Guess the fruits:  A, B, L, N, O, P, P.

My 3Kg fruit salad, which took me an hour to make on Sunday. Guess the fruits: A, B, L, N, O, P, P.

               © Colonialist July 2014 (WordPress)

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55 Responses to Really awfully tyred out!

  1. Tokeloshe says:

    R looks as if she is very close to that Crock!
    The salad looks especially inviting as it is very hot here now.
    I guess it is made with Apples, bananas, lychees, Nartjies, Oranges, Paw-paw and Pineapple.


  2. Sonel says:

    The insurance companies should wake up and include pot hole damages for tyres as well Col and they can then claim it back from the municipalities, whose actual job is to see that our roads are taken care of! Luckily the cute R and J were there to cool you down. Such lovely photo’s of them and always such a treat! Love that salad. I can eat that all day and week! Loved the rhyme too. You do it so well! 😀


  3. At work one of the drivers discovered his new tyre had been punctured on purpose the garage said kids do it with a compass! My brother had the same problem as you it’s so expensive too.


    • colonialist says:

      The kids need some of the good old-fashioned systems of dealing with such behaviour, which result in a reluctance to be seated for a while.


      • Hahaha my Mum suggested worse… Something to do with the compass I think 🙂 but you’ve got to catch them at it and the police haven’t the time even though his area has been hit several times recently!


        • colonialist says:

          I can imagine her solution!
          If the police had some sense, they would send a junior constable to confiscate ‘for testing’ all the boys’ (this is not a girl thing) compasses, and return them the next day, saying results would come out in due course.
          That would make the little so-and-sos sweat for a while.


  4. Gobetween says:

    2 years ago I bought 4 new tyres for my old Nissan Sentra two weeks later the side wall was damaged on one rear tyre. When I complained they also said it is the condition of our roads and mainly pothole damage. When a second tyre gave in the following week I threw a tantrum and the guy said “but madam what do you expect they give you fong kong tyres” and I was under the impression that I was buying Firestones!


  5. Tom Merriman says:

    Tyres… they don’t make them to last nowadays!


  6. Great photo of little R with Mr Smiley. Such a sad tale about your tyre. You must have felt quite deflated. 😦 Well done with your window replacement inventiveness. 🙂


  7. The Asian says:

    I hate how they always find a way to twist things so that you end up paying.
    My guess would be: apple, banana, lemon, nectarine, orange, pawpaw and pear


  8. bulldog says:

    In Natal you still call them potholes… in Mpumalanga you call them swimming pools….


  9. misswhiplash says:

    Potholes…you,ve never seen potholes like we have in Bulgaria. Driving up to our village is like being on a have to hang on tight or get thrown out…..yet do we ever have bumps in tyres…no!
    The reason being that so many holes, so many bumps, each one knocks the other out

    please Mr Man do tell me why you are moving house! lots of love P


  10. I cant get over the photo – R is the only sweet one in it 🙂 Sorry about the tyres Col 😦


  11. Treading a fine line with the poem


  12. Pussycat44 says:

    My fruit salad answer will be the same as Colline’s.
    Shame about the tyre and the tiresome attitude of the tyre people.


  13. Please say p is papaya – my favourite fruit.


  14. newsferret says:

    And to sue the municipality for a new tyre will cost more than the tyre!


  15. haydendlinder says:

    Watermelon, Musk melon, Star fruit, Kiwi fruit, Tomato, Raspberry, and Yogurt.


  16. I totally get her no-fear face in front of that reptile. I do it all the time here with the alligators. Probably stupid of me.

    Glad you have the tires sorted.


  17. disperser says:

    That’s right, the fruits . . . A, B, L, N, O, P, P

    Apricot, Bilberry, Loquat, Nectarine, Olive, Pomegranate, and Purple Mangosteen.

    . . . am I close?


  18. Colline says:

    Let’s see if I can guess correctly: Apple, banana, litchis,naartjie, orange, pear , and peach.


  19. Oh dear….very frustrating about the tyres.
    As for the window….where is your new home?
    Oh and the salad….apple, banana, lemon, nectarine, orange, pineapple, pear?


  20. disperser says:

    Well, I ‘liked’ although not all was to be liked.


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