My car is a necessity to get me from A to B. I put petrol in it and drive it through a car wash every few weeks. Anything else and I prefer to stick my head in the sand. I think it's the fear that my lack of knowledge will mean being taking for a ride by someone that sees me as an easy target.
I knew my tyres were bad when someone commented on them while at a petrol station. I smiled politely and mentally put 'tyre' higher up on my To Do list.
I went to a tyre shop near work (referred by a male friend) but they quote seemed excessively high and I had the distinct feeling I was being sold bigger and better than required for a little hatchback that did 10,000kms each year on the city streets.
I then drove to a tyre shop near home for a second opinion. I drive past this shop every other day and it felt vaguely familiar. I crossed my fingers and ventured inside the modern waiting area.
Yes, I needed four new tyres and they needed to be ordered in as my Toyota Corolla (the most popular car on the road) needed a a special size or something. Despite my scepticism, I got them for a really great price and the service was great. They even offered me a free check up down the track.
All in all, a good experience and I'll definitely be back (but not until another stranger points it out). read more