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I finally went ahead and did it. Last night, I placed an order with TireRack.com for a set of BFGoodrich Traction T/A tires, size P215/50R16, speed rating V (149 mph or 240 km/h), and a set of ASA JS1 wheels in the 16” × 7” size with a 42mm wheel offset. Along with road hazard protection on the tires, the total came to $1,006 and change. Tire Rack will mount the tires and balance each wheel before handing the shipment over to UPS; once they arrive (and more importantly, once I get home in a little over a week), all I will have to do is raise the car on jack stands, fire up a 12V impact wrench I’m going to buy at the next truck stop I see that carries it, put the new wheels on, and torque ’em down. After that, it will be off to a shop to get an alignment done, as is always necessary with a new set of tires, and then I’ll be done spending money on my car for a while.
(As for that speed rating, yes, I know it’s overkill for the car. I honestly don’t know for sure, but I would guess that the car probably came out of the factory with S speed-rating (112 mph, 180 km/h) tires — a fairly common factory standard these days — and that as a result, the powertrain control module (PCM) probably electronically limits the car to that speed. What matters more to me than a speed rating I’ll never take full advantage of is the tread life warranty of 60,000 miles (96,561 km) on these tires. Hopefully, by the time I get through this set of tires, (a) I’ll be making enough money to buy a new car, and (b) this car will be about ready for either the junkyard or some 16-year-old kid who needs a $500 beater to get back and forth to school.)
Other than that, I don’t really have a ton of news, other than the fact that I am passing through the Great Hate State on my way to the Tri-Cities area of extreme northeastern Tennessee with this load. I know I’ve been promising some long exposés about the anti-gay bullshit rhetoric foisted upon the public by lying Wacko Satanic Anti-American Righties, but that’s going to have to wait until I have the time to actually sit down and write it. In fact, I’d really better be off here to finish off the last three hours of this trip.
(As for that speed rating, yes, I know it’s overkill for the car. I honestly don’t know for sure, but I would guess that the car probably came out of the factory with S speed-rating (112 mph, 180 km/h) tires — a fairly common factory standard these days — and that as a result, the powertrain control module (PCM) probably electronically limits the car to that speed. What matters more to me than a speed rating I’ll never take full advantage of is the tread life warranty of 60,000 miles (96,561 km) on these tires. Hopefully, by the time I get through this set of tires, (a) I’ll be making enough money to buy a new car, and (b) this car will be about ready for either the junkyard or some 16-year-old kid who needs a $500 beater to get back and forth to school.)
Other than that, I don’t really have a ton of news, other than the fact that I am passing through the Great Hate State on my way to the Tri-Cities area of extreme northeastern Tennessee with this load. I know I’ve been promising some long exposés about the anti-gay bullshit rhetoric foisted upon the public by lying Wacko Satanic Anti-American Righties, but that’s going to have to wait until I have the time to actually sit down and write it. In fact, I’d really better be off here to finish off the last three hours of this trip.