Leaky Drains
"Having any luck, Tooner?" A string of choice words filled the air as Tooner wrestled the dripping light truck tire out of the water tank. Obviously, the leak he was looking for had not been found. I tiptoed away so he could curse in peace. “Still nothing?” queried Basil. I shook my head. “How can
Hit The Road, Jack
"…AND ANOTHER THING…!" I held the telephone receiver away from my ear. The annoying voice on the other end belonged to Beefus Rube, a long-time customer who loved nothing better than giving someone a piece of his mind that he couldn’’t afford to lose. In our case, no matter what type of service we performed
No-Brainer
Vehicle maintenance is the safest route – in more ways than one.
Got Your Ears On?
Every good organization has a procedure for conflict resolution…or at least they should. At Slim Shambles Tire & Auto Repair, we use the volume method: whoever yells the loudest wins.
Got Gas?
B-B-R-R-R-A-P-P! The lunchroom windows vibrated as Beanie clamped his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. “Gosh!” he mumbled. “Did I do that?”
Deal, But No Deal
I turned around from the stack of tires I was straightening, only to be confronted with a cloud of cigar smoke hovering above a badly wrinkled business suit. My first thought was to run for the fire extinguisher, but then the cloud spoke again.
Following OSHA Truck Tire Mount, Demount and Inflation Procedures
The U.S. Occupational Safety & Health Administration (OSHA) has issued new procedure standards that should be learned and considered by those individuals who mount, demount and inflate commercial truck tires. An inflated tire and wheel can be very dangerous if misused or worn out. These standards (No. 29, CFR Pat 1910.177) should be reviewed extensively
Cool Vibes
Faulty Reading Puts Repair Tech in Hot Water
Off-Focus Timing
Right Diagnosis Comes From the Unlikeliest of Places
Caution: Cranky When Cold
I glanced at my watch as the bell over the front door tinkled to life. "Morning, Quigley," I said. "Aren’t we running a little late this morning?" My innocent inquiry was met with a torrent of indiscernible ranting, and one look told me why. Our normally tranquil service writer had three scarves wrapped around his
Code Name: Confusion
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing – the perfect time to check out the level in the used oil barrel. But as I headed around to the back of the building, a forlorn lament warbled down from a stack of used tires, and it wasn’t a love-sick robin;
Wise and Clunky Things
A cold chill pervaded the lunchroom, which I thought strange since we don’t have air conditioning. Tooner gnawed furiously on a chunk of beef jerky while Basil stared at a magazine, completely ignoring his triple chocolate donut.“Alright, what’s eating you two?” Tooner just growled. Basil put down his Tire Review and glared at me. “Slim,