I drove to Cheshire today. Steve, my auto guru, is there.
I watched as the mechanic took the tire off the car and doused it in water.
“The rim,” he said to Steve.
Sure enough where the tire met the rim little bubbles were floating up.
Once the tire was off the problem was more easily seen. A crack, the thickness of a piece of cardboard, had opened on the rim’s surface. That can’t be good!
The rim will be repaired. I had no idea that could be done.
He opened the trunk and pulled out the little baby spare. Is there anything automotive which provides less confidence? For the next few days Helaine and I share a car.