Like what happened about a week ago to the tire on the left, above. We had just gotten back from Chicago to see Patrick, and Bradley was preparing to go back on the road. Sunday evening, we had kissed goodbye as he sat in his truck, then I watched as he drove down the hill in front of our house, onward to work.
Then...
When he got to where he parks the trailer (at a coal-mining truck yard where the owner kindly lets Bradley stow it), he discovered, the hard way, that one of his trailer brakes was locked. Of course, the only way to discover this is to drag the trailer. The tire attached to the brake that was frozen got trashed by the asphalt. Now, these are not your usual, run-of-the-mill truck tires. These are what you call "super singles:" instead of the double tires you usually see spaced along a trailer, Bradley's trailer has one. They are double the width of your usual truck tires, saving hundreds of pounds of weight on the vehicle. And of course, they are more expensive than regular tires.
So, in the dark, Bradley had to get the brake unstuck (a very helpful fellow at the TA truck stop in Knoxville talked him through it, since it would have cost over $200 to get a service call out in La Follette). With the car's high beams giving us as much light as possible, we crawled under the trailer, and Bradley wrenched and beat at the stuck brake while I held a flashlight. Thankfully, Bradley is very good at mechanical stuff and very determined, and it worked!
However, the tire was trashed and had to be replaced. Immediately. Check out how the tread got ripped away from the tire:
Can you see that whitish area in the center of the tire? That's the gash. It's about an inch deep.
Since we didn't have the equipment to change a tire on a big rig, there was little choice but to make it to the TA shop where they (thankfully) had a couple of used super singles they would sell us. I followed Bradley down to Knoxville so that I could keep an eye on the tire in case it blew. Again, thankfully, it didn't. So, TA changed his tire, and we bought another used one as a spare, because the one Bradley had as a spare was brand-new, and really, you don't want a $1000 piece of equipment like that loose on your truck where it can be stolen. (There is no way to really secure a spare tire on a trailer... thieves will get it if they want it.)
And... $600 and 4 hours later, Bradley left for work. And I got to ride home with two huge tires in the back of my car, and then roll them (quite humorously by myself I might add) down from the backyard to the garage, where they sit at the bottom of our stairs, waiting for their next gig.
Ah, stuff sure does happen!
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