Four more
tires?
How could it happen? My trailer
tires are trying to kill me. All four of them.
So bad I am actually afraid to drive on them. My 19 footer is my favorite haunt, my refuge, the thing I tow everywhere without hesitation. Over the years the one thing I could always trust for a safe and honest ride through retirement were the
tires. You need good tires. But that was then. Now, there is a very good chance my current trailer tires will kill me. Time to put on the
brakes.
The roads are rough. No trailer can run without reliable tires. You count on that. I was willing to take a chance, gave them my trust. That brand promised so much. They lied. They masked their true worth. Almost 100 thousand miles gone, now screaming at me to give them four more years? After four rocky years they have crashed.
That brand insists they will always be the very best, no need to ever change. So I should
not look at the tread, but continue the ride? They think promising anything is enough to keep me rolling along. The ditch ahead though, is deep. Real deep.
My trailer tires talk? Yes they do, loud and clear. Cheap tires do that. They say do not look at the wear and tear they caused, or the clear and present danger ahead. Seriously? They think I can ride for another 100 thousand miles?
When the wheels are falling off the tires must go. No way I survive with them on my trailer. Them are dangerous tires, for my trailer too big to risk four more years. I need a smoother ride. Time for a different brand of tires.