So my usual routine - I pull into my parking garage, park, kill a minute or two scrolling through my emails with the car running, then shut it down and walk to the office.
As I shut the car down, I get the "tire pressure" alert - passenger rear tire down 13psi. Hmmm. Hop out, take a look... yep, looks low.
I contemplate digging the spare out (one of those compact deflated kinds with a cigarette-lighter-powered air pump)... then realize that immediately behind my parking garage is a Cassidy Tire.
F it - just drive it over, have them patch it. Still ~33psi in the tire (door panel says use 46) so not a problem to limp it a block.
Should be straightforward - patch it, I'll be by at lunch to pick it up.
Guy calls me at 11:30, all done... but "Man you REALLY need tires on this thing. We're having a sale today, I've also got your tires in stock, I'll go ahead and schedul- "
- What? Needs tires? How so?
"Oh man these are totally worn out, I can't believe you were even driving on them."
- Is the leak fixed?
"Well, I mean, yeah, we fixed it - but you really nee-"
- Cool, I'm good with just the patch. I'll come by to pick it up.
So I get over there.
Young kid behind the counter in his dress uniform (khakis and polo)... and some fat fuck in a greasy grey hoodie.
As I walk in, fat guy says to the kid, "That him?" Kid nods.
I get up to the counter. Fat guy starts in.
"Oh man you REEAAALLLY need tires on that thing. It's dangerous to drive it right now - I really shouldn't even let you leave on them."
- Really? How so?
"Oh man they are totally worn out. I can get you done in an hour if you just want to take a seat."
- I *just* put tires on it this spring. I find it hard to believe...
"I wouldn't even drive on them. How many miles have you put on them so far?"
- About 20k.
"Ohhhh yeah. You're past due. Those Porsche Cayennes and Audi Q7s need tires every 10,000 miles."
- BULLSHIT!
"No man it's true, I see it all the time."
- Great. I want that all in writing on the ticket. Please note your professional opinion, the wear spec, and the measurement, detailing just how below spec they are. They have a 60k treadwear warranty so I'll take it back to the guys that sold me these. Besides, the car was JUST at the dealer last week for service, they do a full inspection, and nobody said ANYTHING to me about the tires being "dangerous" so I'm going to hit them up for falsifying their inspection report, because I haven't put 500 miles on the car since it was at the dealer.
"FINE MAN WHATEVER I'LL PUT WHATEVER YOU WANT ON THE TICKET FINE" (suddenly VERY defensive)
- Thank you! (with a big smile... you fat fuck prick...)
..... then the guy walks away. Literally walked away mid-conversation with the young kid at the counter, who took over running my CC for the patch job.
He hands over the receipt and *shocker* there's nothing noted on there about dangerous tires, out of spec, etc.
I tell the kid, "Hey, there's nothing on here...."
"Oh, um... *stammer*... yeah uh there's no way for our system to do that. I can show you but I can't put anything like that on the ticket...."
Riiiiiight.
Of course - PLENTY of tread on the tires. My guess - I've got at least another 10-15k (it's a Cayenne, I drive it hard) life left.
Had it been my wife in there, and not me - she would've gotten hosed. (Well, maybe not my wife, as she'd likely have called me from the tire shop in a panic vs. just giving them carte blanche...)
So - Cassidy Tire on Canal just south of Kinzie in the city? Stay away lol.
Or don't - and go in there and fuck with them... clearly used to hosing stupid people.
Here's a snippet of the receipt... "No way to note that on the ticket..."
As I shut the car down, I get the "tire pressure" alert - passenger rear tire down 13psi. Hmmm. Hop out, take a look... yep, looks low.
I contemplate digging the spare out (one of those compact deflated kinds with a cigarette-lighter-powered air pump)... then realize that immediately behind my parking garage is a Cassidy Tire.
F it - just drive it over, have them patch it. Still ~33psi in the tire (door panel says use 46) so not a problem to limp it a block.
Should be straightforward - patch it, I'll be by at lunch to pick it up.
Guy calls me at 11:30, all done... but "Man you REALLY need tires on this thing. We're having a sale today, I've also got your tires in stock, I'll go ahead and schedul- "
- What? Needs tires? How so?
"Oh man these are totally worn out, I can't believe you were even driving on them."
- Is the leak fixed?
"Well, I mean, yeah, we fixed it - but you really nee-"
- Cool, I'm good with just the patch. I'll come by to pick it up.
So I get over there.
Young kid behind the counter in his dress uniform (khakis and polo)... and some fat fuck in a greasy grey hoodie.
As I walk in, fat guy says to the kid, "That him?" Kid nods.
I get up to the counter. Fat guy starts in.
"Oh man you REEAAALLLY need tires on that thing. It's dangerous to drive it right now - I really shouldn't even let you leave on them."
- Really? How so?
"Oh man they are totally worn out. I can get you done in an hour if you just want to take a seat."
- I *just* put tires on it this spring. I find it hard to believe...
"I wouldn't even drive on them. How many miles have you put on them so far?"
- About 20k.
"Ohhhh yeah. You're past due. Those Porsche Cayennes and Audi Q7s need tires every 10,000 miles."
- BULLSHIT!
"No man it's true, I see it all the time."
- Great. I want that all in writing on the ticket. Please note your professional opinion, the wear spec, and the measurement, detailing just how below spec they are. They have a 60k treadwear warranty so I'll take it back to the guys that sold me these. Besides, the car was JUST at the dealer last week for service, they do a full inspection, and nobody said ANYTHING to me about the tires being "dangerous" so I'm going to hit them up for falsifying their inspection report, because I haven't put 500 miles on the car since it was at the dealer.
"FINE MAN WHATEVER I'LL PUT WHATEVER YOU WANT ON THE TICKET FINE" (suddenly VERY defensive)
- Thank you! (with a big smile... you fat fuck prick...)
..... then the guy walks away. Literally walked away mid-conversation with the young kid at the counter, who took over running my CC for the patch job.
He hands over the receipt and *shocker* there's nothing noted on there about dangerous tires, out of spec, etc.
I tell the kid, "Hey, there's nothing on here...."
"Oh, um... *stammer*... yeah uh there's no way for our system to do that. I can show you but I can't put anything like that on the ticket...."
Riiiiiight.
Of course - PLENTY of tread on the tires. My guess - I've got at least another 10-15k (it's a Cayenne, I drive it hard) life left.
Had it been my wife in there, and not me - she would've gotten hosed. (Well, maybe not my wife, as she'd likely have called me from the tire shop in a panic vs. just giving them carte blanche...)
So - Cassidy Tire on Canal just south of Kinzie in the city? Stay away lol.
Or don't - and go in there and fuck with them... clearly used to hosing stupid people.
Here's a snippet of the receipt... "No way to note that on the ticket..."
I hate fucks that try to pull a fast one on people. So many fall for it too.
