So, our ever-hard-working trailer Surus took a trip to see Duane down at Lynch Landscaping last week. The goal: fetch the last load of loam we needed for the garden.
Duane, apparently in a holiday mood, gave us a bonus-sized load. Nominally, the same size as the last time, but maybe just a wafer-thin bonus added?
It’s 25 miles home.
LEFT PICTURE (20 miles to go): Surus suddenly sways. What, a flat tire! Ah, not to worry, as I brought the spare. Whoops. I then realize that the spare is now buried under what I (in retrospect) estimate to be ~4,000 pounds of dirt.
Luckily Zach saves me by bringing the *extra* spare tire.
The back story: Since I was worried about the age of the tires, I replaced them a couple of weeks to go. Giving two spiffy new tires and leaving one spare under the dirt and then an extra spare back by the garage.
But then Zach & I find can’t replace the tire after all … two car jacks working together can’t lift the trailer. Is this perhaps a sign that maybe the problem goes deeper (is be piled higher) than a faulty new tire?
Luckily, a very Mainely version of AAA comes to help, see below, with a big old jack. We get the spare on and, afterwards, since I’m worried about that cheest old tire, I drive s-l-o-w-l-y.
CENTER PICTURE (12 miles to go): A bang! What, that old spare gave out? Ah, happily not. See, it’s the *other* new tire instead. Don’t make them like they used to?
OK, yes, perhaps the load is just too heavy. In retrospect, say maybe 2.5x the tire’s rated capacity. Time to get the shovel out and get rid of half the dirt. That lets me now lift the trailer if I use both car jacks together. And, emptying so much dirt means I’m able to get the original spare out. So, with the two old tires now reunited with their trailer, it’s time to head home.
RIGHT PICTURE (12 miles to go, again): Or is it? A pop! Even before I get moving, while I’m up on the trailer leveling out the remaining loam, one of the old tires goes. Hmm, started the day with 4 trailer tires. 3 now flat. Issue.
After some hunting and pecking, I’m able to get two new tires and have them mounted on the rims. These have a higher capacity than the “old” new tires that I started with in the morning. While it’s now dark, so I call it a day, I’m able to put ‘em on the trailer the next morning and bring Surus home before 9am. Easy peasy.
A big thanks to the rescue crew: Zach and the Maine AAA (shown below).
Sidenote: I happen to know from recent experience that when one calls the Providence AAA, they show up wearing a pressed AAA uniform in a branded AAA-mobile. In contrast, the Mainely AAA wear what you see below, i.e., a very Mainely uniform, and show up in a well-worn once-white Chevy Caprice.