Black Horse
02-24-2007, 04:14 PM
Can't anyone fix anything anymore? WTF? I spend a few hours going to 3 seperate well noted tire stores trying to get my front tractor tires fixed. The conversation was nearly identical at each store, here is what finally transpired at the last store:
Me: "Hi, I need to get these tires fixed"
Desk guy: "What's wrong with them"
Me: "They're flat" (wow these guys are right on the ball!)
Desk guy: "Oh, I see. We don't sell tractor tires"
Me: "I don't need tires, I need the tube patched or replaced"
Desk guy: "How do you know the tube is bad?" (real bright guy here)
Me: "Well, when I put air in, it all leaks back out, and the tube that is in it is rather limp"
Them: "Hmmm" ~turning head~ "Hey Charlie, do we fix tubes here?"
Voice from rear of store: "No we don't fix tubes - he'll have to buy a tire"
Desk guy: "We don't mess with tubes, you'll have to buy a new tire"
Me: "I thought you didn't sell tractor tires?"
Desk guy: "Are they for the font or rear"
Me: (holding up the tire for him to see) "Fronts, the rears have the big lugs, and besides I can't pick them up and carry them in here like this"
Desk guy: "Do you need the rears fixed too"
Me: "Nope, they are fine, I thought you didn't fix tube tires"
Desk guy: "We don't"
Me: "How much are your replacement tires?" (thinking what the heck, I should just replace them and go tubless anyway)
Desk guy: "We don't sell tractor tires"
Me: "Just what do you do here?"
Desk guy: "We sell car and truck tires"
Me: "Can you order a replacement tube and just change it?"
Desk guy: (once again turning head) "Hey Charlie, can we get tubes for tires?"
Voice from rear of shop: "Maybe, we'll have to call the supplier Monday"
Desk guy: "I don't think we can get you anything today, but we can order them Monday"
Me: "I think Tractor Supply sells tubes, if I bring the tubes up here can you put them in?"
Desk guy: "Sure, no problem, but we can't be responsible for them"
Me: "I don't care, I run over so many damn thorns a year the tube wont last over a year anyway - I'll be right back"
So I leave the wheels sitting in the showroom and run down to TSC, grab up some tubes and haul ass back.
Me: "Hey, I have the tubes"
Desk guy: "For what?"
Me: "Those tractor tires we were taking about 30 minutes ago"
Desk guy: "OH...yeah...where are the wheels and tires?"
Me: "They were right here leaning against your desk, where did you put them"
Desk guy: (turning head) "Hey Frank, what did you do to those wheels that were up here?"
Voice from out in the bay area somewhere: "Those tractor tires? I put them by the changer"
Desk guy: "Give me the tubes, I'll get it started for you"
I think to myself that finally I am getting somewhere, maybe I'll even get back home and get the tires back on the tractor before dark. I settle in to catch up on the automotive facts in the Car and Driver magazines from 1984.
30 minutes later:
Desk guy: (finally walking 8 feet from the desk) "Hey, we can't fix your tires"
Me: "What?"
Desk guy: " We can't fix them, can't get them off the rim"
Me: "You are kidding me - can I talk to your tech?"
Desk guy: "Sure - go see Frank over there"
I walk across the dark bay area, Frank is sitting on a stack of tires eating his Baloney sandwich, leaving hand prints on the white bread.
Me: "Hi Frank, I understand you can't get the tires off the rims on those tractor tires:
Frank: "Yeah, your wheel won't fit on the tire machine"
Me: "Huh?"
Frank: "I don't have an adapter that will fit in the hub diameter - can't break the tire down"
Me: "Can we break them down by hand"
Frank: "Huh? Do what?"
Me: "Do you have a tire spoon, maybe we can get it off the rim by hand"
Frank: "Tire spoon?"
It was at this point that I knew it was hopeless. Doesn't anyone know how to change a tire by hand? The Desk guy watched as I rolled the wheel out through the showroom, out the door and put them back in my truck. I walked back in to get my tubes.
Desk guy: "You paying by cash, check or Credit?"
Me: "Huh? Pay for what?"
Desk guy: "The time we spent working on your tires, I told you we couldn't be responsible for fixing them"
Me: "That's funny, all you guys did was roll them around, maybe you should just charge me for tire rotation then"
(Laughter from the folks in the showroom)
Me: "I'm sorry, I don't feel obligated to pay someone for not doing anything"
With that I turned and left, I knew he wasn't going to chase me more than 10 feet from the desk anyway.
I came home, took and old piece of leaf spring, heated it up and fashioned myself a makeshift tire spoon, and changed the tubes myself in the driveway.
I spent less time making the tool and changing the tubes then I spent driving around and arguing with the goofball tire folks! The art of tire repair has been lost, I am saddened by the whole days events. Bicycle manufactures must be in heaven knowing that when a tire goes flat people will be buying new bicycles.
Me: "Hi, I need to get these tires fixed"
Desk guy: "What's wrong with them"
Me: "They're flat" (wow these guys are right on the ball!)
Desk guy: "Oh, I see. We don't sell tractor tires"
Me: "I don't need tires, I need the tube patched or replaced"
Desk guy: "How do you know the tube is bad?" (real bright guy here)
Me: "Well, when I put air in, it all leaks back out, and the tube that is in it is rather limp"
Them: "Hmmm" ~turning head~ "Hey Charlie, do we fix tubes here?"
Voice from rear of store: "No we don't fix tubes - he'll have to buy a tire"
Desk guy: "We don't mess with tubes, you'll have to buy a new tire"
Me: "I thought you didn't sell tractor tires?"
Desk guy: "Are they for the font or rear"
Me: (holding up the tire for him to see) "Fronts, the rears have the big lugs, and besides I can't pick them up and carry them in here like this"
Desk guy: "Do you need the rears fixed too"
Me: "Nope, they are fine, I thought you didn't fix tube tires"
Desk guy: "We don't"
Me: "How much are your replacement tires?" (thinking what the heck, I should just replace them and go tubless anyway)
Desk guy: "We don't sell tractor tires"
Me: "Just what do you do here?"
Desk guy: "We sell car and truck tires"
Me: "Can you order a replacement tube and just change it?"
Desk guy: (once again turning head) "Hey Charlie, can we get tubes for tires?"
Voice from rear of shop: "Maybe, we'll have to call the supplier Monday"
Desk guy: "I don't think we can get you anything today, but we can order them Monday"
Me: "I think Tractor Supply sells tubes, if I bring the tubes up here can you put them in?"
Desk guy: "Sure, no problem, but we can't be responsible for them"
Me: "I don't care, I run over so many damn thorns a year the tube wont last over a year anyway - I'll be right back"
So I leave the wheels sitting in the showroom and run down to TSC, grab up some tubes and haul ass back.
Me: "Hey, I have the tubes"
Desk guy: "For what?"
Me: "Those tractor tires we were taking about 30 minutes ago"
Desk guy: "OH...yeah...where are the wheels and tires?"
Me: "They were right here leaning against your desk, where did you put them"
Desk guy: (turning head) "Hey Frank, what did you do to those wheels that were up here?"
Voice from out in the bay area somewhere: "Those tractor tires? I put them by the changer"
Desk guy: "Give me the tubes, I'll get it started for you"
I think to myself that finally I am getting somewhere, maybe I'll even get back home and get the tires back on the tractor before dark. I settle in to catch up on the automotive facts in the Car and Driver magazines from 1984.
30 minutes later:
Desk guy: (finally walking 8 feet from the desk) "Hey, we can't fix your tires"
Me: "What?"
Desk guy: " We can't fix them, can't get them off the rim"
Me: "You are kidding me - can I talk to your tech?"
Desk guy: "Sure - go see Frank over there"
I walk across the dark bay area, Frank is sitting on a stack of tires eating his Baloney sandwich, leaving hand prints on the white bread.
Me: "Hi Frank, I understand you can't get the tires off the rims on those tractor tires:
Frank: "Yeah, your wheel won't fit on the tire machine"
Me: "Huh?"
Frank: "I don't have an adapter that will fit in the hub diameter - can't break the tire down"
Me: "Can we break them down by hand"
Frank: "Huh? Do what?"
Me: "Do you have a tire spoon, maybe we can get it off the rim by hand"
Frank: "Tire spoon?"
It was at this point that I knew it was hopeless. Doesn't anyone know how to change a tire by hand? The Desk guy watched as I rolled the wheel out through the showroom, out the door and put them back in my truck. I walked back in to get my tubes.
Desk guy: "You paying by cash, check or Credit?"
Me: "Huh? Pay for what?"
Desk guy: "The time we spent working on your tires, I told you we couldn't be responsible for fixing them"
Me: "That's funny, all you guys did was roll them around, maybe you should just charge me for tire rotation then"
(Laughter from the folks in the showroom)
Me: "I'm sorry, I don't feel obligated to pay someone for not doing anything"
With that I turned and left, I knew he wasn't going to chase me more than 10 feet from the desk anyway.
I came home, took and old piece of leaf spring, heated it up and fashioned myself a makeshift tire spoon, and changed the tubes myself in the driveway.
I spent less time making the tool and changing the tubes then I spent driving around and arguing with the goofball tire folks! The art of tire repair has been lost, I am saddened by the whole days events. Bicycle manufactures must be in heaven knowing that when a tire goes flat people will be buying new bicycles.