And that sticker on the door jamb? I never ignored it again. Neither should you.
I opened the door. There it was, a little white sticker, baked and peeling but legible: tyre pressure for honda jazz
Here’s the story within the story: I learned that week that under-inflated Jazz tyres cost me 4% more fuel. But over-inflated to 40 psi? The car felt like it was on ice skates. Hit a pothole, and you'd feel it in your teeth. And that sticker on the door jamb
I remember the day I almost cooked a batch of cookies on my dashboard. I opened the door
I pulled into a servo. The digital pump was broken, so I grabbed the old analogue gauge—the one that looks like a pen with a slide rule. I had no idea what number to aim for.