I arrive bright and early. I'd actually forgotten about the tires, which I'd noticed were starting to show a bit of wear, before the Oregon trip. So, they come and say "Hi, your tires are getting awfully near to getting bald. We have a few options in stock, want to hear about them?" Well, time is money, and I'm already there, so this would save another trip for tire-shopping, so I look over the options and finally opt for the Bridgestone Wranglers. Because when I was on some marginal "roads" in Oregon, the other week, I really started thinking about serious tires for the kind of driving I do. And I am going to be going on some seriously marginal roads again in less than a month. (I drove a piece of gravel clear through a tire on the Jimmy on those roads, a few years back.) And some of the roads I plan to take are hardly worthy of the title... Okay, it was expensive for the good offroading tires, but worthwhile.
So they go to put the tires on, and I get another visit from the service manager. The bad news is that my brakes are shot. (This would fit with some suspicions, also since forgotten, I had from behaviors on the Oregon trip.) The good news is they're still under warrenty, so it won't cost me. So I get the brakes fixed while I'm there, too. So, after a long morning-into-afternoon, I have new brakes and new tires. I'm good to go for the Mendicino National Forest in August.