This is a story about how I got my nuts off. Hard to do with cold hands and inadequate tools, and eventually I had to get another guy to help me. With his help, it took just a few minutes.
Locking lug nuts are idiotic, and now, as it happens, no longer on my vehicle.
As an idea they're okay I suppose, but in my life at least they created more problems than they solved. If someone wants your wheels or, in our case, genuine Honda plastic hub caps, always a hot item at any flea market, locking lug nuts aren't going to stop them. With the proper tool, they're easily removed.
I just don't happen to have the proper tool. Or the key. We did, at one time. The good, hardworking, and scrupulously honest wheel tech at Sam's Club kept ours when he installed our new tires two years ago, and his good, hardworking and scrupulously honest compatriot at the desk swears there are no extra, un-accounted-for Honda lug keys laying about the service center.
This all started with a flat tire on the van. We re-roofed back in August and I was certain I ran over a nail that we neglected to sweep up. It happens, you know? Saturday morning, I'm driving to the recycling center and the left rear tire goes flat. Okay, I've dealt with this before: get out the spare, the jack, the lug wrench, the key for the lug nuts...( Cut for length... )
The damage to the old tire was substantial: a thumb sized hole in the inner
sidewall. Not, therefore, a nail from our roof, or some punk with a switchblade. Something far bigger blew that hole; I have no idea what. Replacing the tire will be painful on the pocketbook, but:
I'm grateful the blown tire happened so close to home, rather than, say, on the interstate at seventy miles an hour.
I'm grateful that it happened to me, and not Michelle and the kids.
I'm grateful that I was able to find the parts inexpensively.
I'm grateful that the dealership personnel were helpful.