Welcome back to Tire Mom! Today we begin the actual retracing of my
50-state journey to educate people about tire safety … among other things.
I officially began the journey on April 4, 2018. The mileage on my
Suburban, who I’d named Wolverine, was 120,640. The temperature was a
warm 42 degrees Fahrenheit. (I‘m obviously kidding about the “warm”.) I felt
like a true road warrior: full gas tank, empty bladder.
I was accompanied by Gimli, my 15 inch garden gnome.
Marcia was my first Tire Mom. She and I became dear friends when
Clayton and I lived in Williamsburg during his time at the College of William
and Mary teaching MBA’s.
This first time I set out with simply the hope that Marcia
would need new tires, and she did because hers were obviously worn and too
old. The dealership ordered the tires for her, and she was set.
Trust me, it wasn’t always going to be this easy.
Now to have some fun driving along the Colonial Parkway, drinking
root beer and eating sweets from the Williamsburg Bakery and the Wythe Candy
Store. As we drove by the Yorktown Pier, flashes of memory filled my mind and
Clayton teaching the girls how to fish.
Clayton showing them how to catch crabs off the end of the pier.
They were sweet memories, and yet I couldn’t help wondering if I was
ever really going to be able to heal from the hurt and the loss of losing
And as for the tire journey, I had no idea where it was going to take me.
Even if I had, I couldn’t have dreamed up what was to take place.
If you’d like to comment, please do! I would love to hear about your
bittersweet memories. We are all on this journey together.
Diana Hubner, the Tire Mom