Flats
I had 2 flats in one day once, plus another one about 2 days later. All on the same truck, all on the same side (Left Front).
The first one, my tire must have picked up a nail. And it just happened to go flat after the "pre-towing" check, when I was pulling up the driveway, with the trailer and a van on the back.
Put the Spare on, made it a mile down the road and it started thumping, pulled over, flat (had the proper air pressure before I left). By that point I was pissed off, I took the wheel back to the shop and found a tire (the only one I had left), mounted it to the wheel and took the wheel & tire back to my truck.
About 2 days after that, I decided I was going to go to Sheetz and get something to eat (mind you it's 2am, pouring down rain). I make it halfway to town and I'm cruising along at 45mph... BOOM
The next day I was still pissed off. I walked into the garage, grabbed a can of starting fluid/ether off the shelf and my friend was there and he says to me. "What are you doing man?" I held up the can of starting fluid as I walked away. "Going to fix my truck..." My friend, my dad and my grandfather all came running out of the garage to stop me when they heard the old diesel on the Bulldozer fire up.
I had 2 flats in one day once, plus another one about 2 days later. All on the same truck, all on the same side (Left Front).
The first one, my tire must have picked up a nail. And it just happened to go flat after the "pre-towing" check, when I was pulling up the driveway, with the trailer and a van on the back.
Put the Spare on, made it a mile down the road and it started thumping, pulled over, flat (had the proper air pressure before I left). By that point I was pissed off, I took the wheel back to the shop and found a tire (the only one I had left), mounted it to the wheel and took the wheel & tire back to my truck.
About 2 days after that, I decided I was going to go to Sheetz and get something to eat (mind you it's 2am, pouring down rain). I make it halfway to town and I'm cruising along at 45mph... BOOM
The next day I was still pissed off. I walked into the garage, grabbed a can of starting fluid/ether off the shelf and my friend was there and he says to me. "What are you doing man?" I held up the can of starting fluid as I walked away. "Going to fix my truck..." My friend, my dad and my grandfather all came running out of the garage to stop me when they heard the old diesel on the Bulldozer fire up.
