Pops came back from the corner store today and said he heard a weird noise in the front driver side wheel area. Before i left the house i checked it out, tire was flat. So i grab the spare out the back, break my back in the process cuz the full size spare in the back of a grand Marquis is a bitch to get out. Get it on the ground and realize the spare is dry rotted. So i grab the air compressor and fill the tire, thinking he can limp the car down the road to his friends house where he was heading, and worst case scenario he gets a ride home later
He leaves, and i decide to watch him back out. Not sure why but a voice in my head said please stay and make sure he’s ok. His front tire is just hanging on by a thread. He had to have snapped a tie rod, control arm, or both. It was bad. He’s oblivious so i run out and tell him to just leave the car in the driveway, and I’ll drive him to his friends house. “You sure i can’t make it?”
No dad. You’re not going anywhere.
The tire was just about horizontal as he coasted to the corner of the yard.