Feeling like a genius, I set the pump. Beep. Beep. Click. The tyre filled. The car lifted. The steering went light again.
And that sticker on the door jamb? I never ignored it again. Neither should you. tyre pressure for honda jazz
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. Feeling like a genius, I set the pump
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. The steering went light again
Then I saw it. The rear left tyre was squattier than a bulldog. Low pressure. Classic Jazz problem.
I opened the door. There it was, a little white sticker, baked and peeling but legible:
So I did what any desperate person does: I called my dad.