One night at a party, my friend Jack Random accused me of being obsessive. Actually, we were reading The Secret Language of Birthdays. My birthdate page said I was obsessive, and Jack agreed with that point.
So I followed him around all night asking "Am I obsessive? Are you SURE? Obsessive?"
I'm not THAT obsessive. Ok, maybe a little. It comes out at certain times.
I just bought some tires. For most of my life, I would buy anything round and black. I mean, tires, who cares, right?
Then when the exMrStapler was paying the bills, I put Michelins on my Subaru Forester. Insert moaning sounds here.
I never knew tires could make such a difference. It was like having a new car for about $500. A nice car.
When the Bluemobile needed new tires, I decided, despite my relative poverty, that I wanted Michelins. But I really, really couldn't afford them.
I began doing research. By the time I was done, I had visited three tire shops, talked to six more, read reviews on the internet and had about half a steno book worth of notes.
Ask me about tires. I can discuss sizes, ratings, tread wear warranties. If this writing thing doesn't work out, I think I will look great in a Tire Pros polo shirt.
And after all this, the winner was the Yokohama YK520s. Really good tires, but less costly than Michelins, with a 60k mile tread wear warranty. And I got a steal people.
How do they drive?
Insert moaning sounds here.
Good gosh. I'm writing about tires. Somebody get me a life.