Just took the van in for new tires, brake job, and miscellaneous widgets which, to gauge from the price, are apparently manufactured in low earth orbit. By investment bankers. From diamonds.
That aside, my lovely bride now tries to tell me that in the future we should have the tires periodically “rotated”. I tried to explain to her that tires by their very nature do nothing else, but she is insistent. It’s scams like these, perpetrated on unsuspecting naive females that give us men a bad name, you know, fellows!