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All our bags are packed and were ready to go, with little help from our husbands. We checked out of the Newcastle hotel and set off to the airport. Our first leg of this escapade will be a short flight from Newcastle to Amsterdam, or so we thought. As the goodbyes were said to our husbands, we made our way tot he check-in counter, unloading our heavy bags that already gave us cricks in the neck because we managed to stuff in everything we owned, anyway, the check-in part was good and the customs part went smoothly, we even made it as far as the gate. That’s when someone in their best Geordie accent announced that our flight was cancelled!

Agh…We retrieved our laden travel bags, came back through to arrivals having made it no further that the gate. We sort of laughed because we had nothing to declare. We did get a little confused about which color exit to go through; the EEC or the nothing to declare exit, meaning we never left the country!

Back in arrivals, we joined up with our respective husbands, who were more than a little put out, but waited with us as we joined a long queue. We waited, and waited and waited. 4 hours later…and a full plane load of passengers we eventually made it to the desk where we hoped there was some resemblance to an oracle that had all the answers and shed light onto how we were going to get to  Amsterdam. There were a few suggestions made, including flying half way around Europe to get back to Amsterdam. We took what we thought was our best option, the same flight we were supposed to be on, just 24 hours later. I was nice of the airline though, to offer to take us back home and pick up back up the next morning. Our husbands both said yes to the pick-up part. But, that was revoked when they found out we live in Wigton. So, they dispatched us off with a meal ticket and a bed for the night at a near by hotel. So, we ended the day, not in the delightful streets of Amsterdam, but stuck with our pouting husbands drinking a pint of lager and watching football on the television.

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How does one know that they are choosing the right tire for their vehicle?  Well, aside from asking the people at the facility in which one goes to buy new tires,  there are many things about tires that one can become knowledgeable about in order to know for themselves that they are getting what they want and what they need.  One of the most common mistakes made by people is not getting the right sized tires when replacing their old ones.  One simple way to know a tire, is to look at the code on the side of the wall of the tire.  All tires have this code.

The tire code will begin with the letter “P”, which signifies the kind of tire, in this case, for a passenger vehicle.  If the code begins with “LT”, the tire is meant for use on a light truck.  These tires have a higher carrying capacity and are used on most pick-up trucks and SUVs.  Two numbers follow, and they signify the width, and the ratio of the tire compared to that width.  If the letter “R” follows these numbers, it means that this is a radial tire.  Two more numbers follow and they define the rim’s diameter as measured in inches, and the load rate for the tire.

The next letter will indicate the speed rate for that particular tire.  The speeds range from ninety nine to one hundred eighty six MPH.  The most common letters one will find for this is “T” or “H”.  At one hundred eighteen and one hundred thirty, these far exceed the usually posted speed limits in the United States.  However, if one takes long road trips regularly, these are great tires to have.  Long amounts of time driving at once will raise the heat of the tire, and the ones with higher ratings dissipate the heat quicker.

This is something to take into consideration as the more heat,the quicker the wear on the tire.  For those that are going to spend most of their time driving in town, at relatively lower speeds, the rating of “S”, which is one hundred twelve MPH will be just fine.  If the speed rating is followed by an “M” and an “S”, this means that the tire is suitable for driving in all seasons.  This code made seem hard to understand, but when broken down, it is a simple way to know for oneself, the tires that are appropriate for their vehicle.

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One night, while driving to Los Angeles for a college road-trip, the car broke down in the middle of a mountain pass.  We were three kids, who knew nothing about cars, except that you got into them, turned the key, pushed ‘play’ on the cassette player, and stepped on the gas.  It was hot.  For although it was midnight, it was August in the Southwest desert, and the temperatures were still quite high.  We were in my best friend’s ‘67 Chevy Mach II.  The Mach II part may make it seem as though it was some kind of race car, but it was a white, four door car we often referred to as the ‘Granny Mobile”, it was very, very fast however.

So, we were sitting on the side of the road, with steam and hot water shooting out from the engine, when a kind trucker pulled over to see if he could help.  Luckily this guy, who had spent most of his last twenty years or so on the road, knew a bit about the concept of do it yourself auto repair.  We were a bit flustered, as he asked to see the factory manual in order to read up on the best way to deal with this small engine repair.  Manuals were not something we kept handy at the time, and after all, the car was circa 1967, and we were circa…19 years old.  Nothing is supposed to break down when one is 19 years old.

This older gentleman, now I am his age and do not like to consider myself ‘older’, gave us a kind but stern talking to about heading out on road trips without thoroughly checking our vehicle before hand.  And on top of that, he said that whether one is traveling by truck, by car or by motorcycle, manuals should always be stored in a safe place, for situations just as these.  So, without a manual for a guide, he took a look under the hood of the ‘67 Chevy and found that the radiator hose had blown.  He went to his truck and came back with duct tape, cardboard and some tin foil.  He fixed up the hose so we would make to our LA beach destination, and told us to get to a mechanic as soon as possible.  My best friend sold that car about five years later, with the duct tape, the card board and some tin foil, still intact.

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