Three soft tires later, I lost the original jack helping someone at church. Embarrassingly lost a day of work, once in eighteen months, with two jacks; not one fit the truck. I called GEICO. fools
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The first soft tire, literally took me from 285 (Atlanta) to 275 (Tampa), in and around Tampa, through highway 75, across highway 10 to Jacksonville through bear country and Seminole national forest; up through highway 95 to Savannah; across highway 16 and the state of Georgia to Macon, Georgia; then up 75 again, back to Atlanta. That was soft tire, number one. fools
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I did not give soft tire number three the chance to fail. It's at Firestone right now, waiting for my 5PM shift, with or without two new tires and a front brake job. I used to bad mouth this truck, but 165,000 miles later I don't anymore.