The rest of the story gets interesting, and tragic. The prayer to the Cruiser gods did not appease. Get this:
The buyer shows up yesterday evening with cash in hand to pick up the Jeep. I grab the keys and we go around where the Jeep is parked in visitor parking and the front right tire is flat as a pancake. Bummer. I tell the buyer that I can plug it and he has no problem with that. So I grab a jack, stand, and tools from my house, get it up in the air, and cannot find a screw or nail in it for love or money. Then we see what is clearly a knife puncture in the sidewall.
This tire is not going to be repaired.
So I tell the buyer that I will order a new tire for him, and again he has no problem with this. So he goes home, and I go into my house to order a new Mud Terrain for him. BUT, as it turns out, BF Goodrich does not make 325 60R15 anymore.
So, the buyer is picking out some KM2s at my brother's expense because of one little punk with a knife. And I now have a Jeep desecrating my driveway for fear of the skate rats, who I am fairly confident did it, striking again.
