Got a call from Murphy. Tires are shot, wouldn't be safe, not in a position to pop for new rubber. I'm out.
Tire rotation yesterday revealed 800 miles, hell-bent for leather across the desert, either side of prickly, mountain trail running would be a serious roll of the dice.
The spare needs half a pound to balance, the front right is losing its fight with old ball joints, a third is crowning, and all of the above have the kind of sidewall acne that reminds you not to bother with the replacement certificates next time.
I need about a grand worth of new rubber, 4,000 miles before the big 180k timing belt service, but before I can spend that money, I need to silence the almost year-old box of brand new alignment hardware and spare tire cover now openly mocking me from its high horse out in the garage.
In short: tires are shot, wouldn't be safe. And now I have $2,000 worth of repairs and maintenance due on my $2,500 truck before the next oil change.
Yay.