Call Me Traction Jackson

By Sunday night I may not have a thrill left in my body. I'm buying new tires today for my car, though it's not really a car, it's more a personal sports utility vehicle for not many, or a PSUVFNM. I call it a Subaru but have no idea what that acronym stands for, or stands against.

I need to get new tires because it's been a long while since I last got tires for it. When I bought it, the Subaru, and it's a Forester, I meant to tell you that earlier (sorry), had Mastercraft tires-I have no idea who makes them or how good they are, or aren't.

At some point in the Sixties we all started driving cars without white sidewalls and I've been sort of lost ever since. The tires on the Subaru now are directional radials. It has been explained to me repeatedly why they are more than superior to conventional radials and vastly superior to conventional bias-ply tires.

Did you see what I just did there? I rolled some tire lingo at you and didn't even blush or stutter. I have absolutely no idea what that sentence meant but it sounded pretty good and I'm fairly certain those were the words used to describe the tires I had. They were excellent tires.

They were completely round and touched the street at all times going forward and backward easily. They were and still are black and went really well in snow and rain and ice and dry weather too and I hope whatever it is I'm getting are as good as what I had. If after they are on,  it were easier to explain why they are good-er, well, that would be cake.  
-bill kenny