So I'm over at the local tire store (part of a little regional chain of like 6 locations) with the Charger R/T....
yes, that's usually
her car - but she's managed to find a rock just off the side of our country road (imagine
that - rock outcroppings on the sides of mountain ridges! Go figger....) and has damaged one of the $$$
20" factory rims on the car.
The kind of rim that junkyards want $300-$500 for and Ma wants a $Grand for new:
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I do my usual overkill online searching and manage to locate one an hour away for $50. Yay!
We head up to Bristol last Saturday and fetch the rim. Real nice fella, rim looks great.
Thankfully, the high dollar Michelin on it was not hurt - and it's time for the ol' rotate and balance
anyways, so...
As I wander around the place, an elderly gentlemen in bib overalls comes in.
Come to find out, he's terminal with a brain tumor he's been carrying for a decade - but there's
almost a glow to him; it's amazing, really.
Such a nice felow, very kind and soft-spoken - and he's wanting to chat.
So....we chat, for just as long as he wants to.
Like I got anything more important to attend to, right?
Hell no, I don't.
He even senses in me that I've been down the cancer road a time or two - how, I don't know -
but he wants to talk about that, too - so we do that for a bit.
Finally his little pickup is ready and so is the Charger, so we walk out together and he smiles and
says "God bless y'all" and waves, then drives off...
Y'all be good to each other. It matters.
