My tires were all slashed in front of my apartment fathers day morning along with 8 other vehicles around the neighborhood. Since my rear tires were still holding air pressure even after getting stabbed 6 times each. I decided what the hell after I replaced the one that was all the way flat. If they blowout oh well, and since I had to buy new tires anyway, I may as well cook these. I hadn't even did a burnout yet. They were new. Only 4k miles, and still had 10/32 tread on them. The Vette that had his front tires slashed laid down a strip right beside mine shortly after.
Turning lemons into sweet, sweet burnt rubber
5150jcd 2 years ago