So, we had encountered some tire issues with our rental vehicle previously this summer. There was a flat tire on the left rear, apparently attributable to not one, but two nail punctures, which we got repaired. On the day that we left the Detroit area for WV, we had another alert that the tire pressure was low on that particular side. A refill seemed to do the trick, at least until Sunday night. On Monday, as we began to travel back, the light went off again.
In the meantime, our friend Adam had pulled apart the front end of his motorcycle to see what the problem was. The front bearings had literally disintegrated...explains the clunking sound that he reported quite nicely. He was not going anywhere except to a repair shop, and there were none open until Monday morning. So, we got an unexpected, but not unwelcome, guest on Sunday night, and we both had vehicle challenges to deal with on Monday morning. Bode was able to get the bike together enough to ride down to Beckley and get the parts that he needed.
Our options were not quite as simple. The rental company had instructed us to take the tire to either a Goodyear or Firestone dealer for repair. By the time we got out of the mountains and down to Charleston, the light had come on again, despite the fact that we had filled the tire not long before. It was clearly not holding air. Thanks to the wonders of the 3g iPad, we knew the location of a dealer in Charleston and how to get there. Unfortunately, they were looking at at least a 1.5 hour wait to get the tire looked at. They were kind enough to direct us to another dealer only a couple of blocks away...
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