Last month Mr. Graycrew had mentioned the tires on the Suburban were going to need replacing in a few months.  Ok, I’ll budget that in-no problem.   We can take care of it when we get our first paycheck.  Maybe second.  

Circumstances changed this past Friday.  Mr Graycrew took Kid1 to a local nature preserve to spend some quality time with his little girl young lady and to play around with his camera.  On the way home he made a pit-stop at the gas station so Kid1 could use the restroom.  The ones at the park were not up to her standards. According to her they were stiiiiiiinky.

When Mr Graycrew parked the car, he left the wheels turned cockeyed and noticed something.  The insides of the tires were bald.  All four of them!  Yikes!!

The very next morning my Mr Safety purchased 4 brand spanking new tires and had an alignment done.  The wheels were so misaligned that they barely showed up on the ranges.   What’s funny is that we never noticed.  The Suburban always drove straight on for us.  I guess you could say that the car was perfectly misaligned!