I had a bad day today.
I took the Mitsubishi to the dyno place early this morning as I had the first appointment.
I walked in and the owner said pull it around to the doors. I did and as I pulled up the owner angrily waved me off as he walked up to my window.. We can't dyno that.
The last one we did nearly blew the dyno to pieces with all that torque..
What? I said, come on in and I'll explain it to you he replied. As we walked to the counter all he did was berate my Sport...I was getting a bit ticked off as all he said was "too much torque" way too much torque shaking his head.
I looked to the right and I guess it was his father about 85 to 90 years old slowing shaking his head mumbling " too much grunt " way too much grunt, no dyno for you today.
My face turned red and I was about ready to slap someone. I don't know about the son but I'm pretty sure I could have dropped the old man like a sack of potatoes.
I walked out in a huff cursing under my breath and as I exited the garage I punched it splattering the metal building with cinders.
Next I jumped on the interstate and I was in a rare mood and I punched the sport in the slow lane as I overtook a 4 banger stang .
I got up to about 127mph as I started to get a bunch of lift and a bit of shimmy in the front end.
It wasn't but 30 seconds later as I started hearing minor explosions
And I looked into my rear view mirror I could see large pieces of Nexen tires polluting the roadway as motorist were swerving all over the place to avoid the debris.
I finally got slowed down enough to pull to the shoulder to see the extent of the damage. It was colossal indeed..
I started hearing a click clack and I got under the car but I couldn't discern where the noise was coming from and as I looked back here was an Amish buggy approaching and that explained the noise.
Within a few minutes the Amish guy pulled over and I introduced himself and felt the need to tell me I need steel tires. I was in no mood and replied whatever dude and jumped in my spot and decided I was only 5 miles from home and I'd go for it.
Every half mile I had to stop to let the rims cool. Finally a few hours later I got home and opened the car door and sort of slid out with no step down.
When I got to the house I called my buddy Robbie at Nationwide Mobile Tire. Hey Robbie, it's Jim, Robbie, Jim, Jim Robbie went on for a few minutes. Finally we got past that nonsense and I told him I need 4 new tires and when can you come out. He then asked me what brand I was looking for and I told him I was looking for a deal. He then asked me what size the rims were and I said they were 18" a few hours ago but now I need 11 inchers......
All I heard was CLICK!!!!