Hero of the Week

I was finally headed out of Washington when the funny little light went on.  It looked sort of this:
( ! )

I had to pull over and dig out Ralph’s manual.  (Ralph is my Rav4, usually so nice and solid.) Translation of funky ittle symbol:  Low tire pressure.  My first thought was:  I am not going to call Russ and ask him what to do about this.

So I pulled into Bob Mart just outside Deer Park and ask if they had a tire gauge.  I actually didn’t know what to do with a tire gauge, but it seemed like a logical first step. Travis soon took me under his wing.

Not only did he add air to all my tires, but he showed me where to read the information printed on the tires. (Who knew there was information printed on tires?)  He explained the radius measurements, how to use the air pressure gauge, the psi for cold weather, the psi for hot weather, and so on.

It was about 100 miles later I realized he had also stuck in the quarters to start the airflow.

Thanks for your help, Travis.  And I owe you 50 cents.