I’m just running out of time.
It’s just after 4 o’clock on Tuesday, April 12th, 2022. I’m trying to find a set of 33×10.5×15 all terrain tires and get them installed by Friday night. Saturday morning, we’re running up to Sedona to drive Solider Pass and Broken Arrow. After using my skid plates to grade many miles of two-track outside Black Canyon City a couple weekends back, I’d like to be on something a little taller than 30s next time I go out. It’s proving ridiculously difficult.
Apparently BF Goodrich changed their specs since the last time I bought a set of their 10.5-inch-wide AT KO2s. And the time before that. They don’t recommend mounting to anything less than an 8-inch-wide wheel. As a result, Discount Tire won’t mount anything bigger than stock on my 15×6-inch-wide Montero wheels. Neither will Big O. The guys at the local 4WP tell me they’ll do it—but they can’t seem to get their hands on any tires to mount for me. And here I’d just wrapped several months’ research into wheels with, “Nah. Not worth the trouble right now.”
I’d like to be on bigger tires this weekend, but I’ll need bigger tires by the end of the month. Hell or high water, I’m spending a weekend on the north rim of the Grand Canyon. And the more I think about it, the more stressed out I get. The time off is approved. I’m going. It would suck to not be able to go anywhere once I get up there because I’m on widdle-biddy tie-ohs.
In the next 20 days, I will have figured out the tire thing, sold my house to my brother, spent a couple nights alone on the edge of the Grand Canyon, been pre-approved for a new mortgage, and more than likely have plane tickets to Iowa. Figure we’ll have about 2-3 weeks to find a house 1,000 miles away, beat out the other buyers, and get under contract in order to close by June 30th.
The last day of Third Grade is May 24th.
The POD arrives Monday, 6/13.
P has a dance recital 6/17.
We gotta be out of the house by 6/30.
I don’t know if I’m taking my job with me yet. Everyone seems to want me too, but we don’t have a presence in Iowa, so we’ll see.
This is fine. Everything is fine.
And it’s hard to say, who ya are these days,Tom Petty
but you run on anyways, don’t you, baby.
You keep runnin’ for another place.
To find that savin’ grace…