Golly what fun I had this afternoon.
My wife texted me when she was at lunch and said her tire pressure monitor showed the right rear was 15 pounds low. She got home and I used a gauge, and it was at 22 PSI and supposed to be 39 PSI. Crap, a slow leak. Leaving the car with the average tire shop, even good ones is not optimal.
OK, I have a lift, and I can get the tire off and take it in to a local chain, Hibdons. They will dismount the tire, patch the hole, and mount it again no charge. So I get the Macan in the air, and wait, what, there are tire locks, one lug per wheel is a special lock splined lug and needs a special adapter. OK, whip out the manual, and it is supposed to have a key next to the spare tire. No adapter key. Crap. So I drive to the dealer and they say they have to have the car there to match up the key with their master set. Double crap.
So back home, put back on the two lugs I had take off, and put the car on the ground, and off to the dealer. They whip out the master set, and low and behold, not a full set, one lock is missing. Guess what the one I needed! Yep, and that lock is on backorder! They went to the mechanics, and found me a lock adapter that fits our lugs.
So I had to pay 44 bucks for a new one, and they gave me one that had been used. So damn what, it is not a 100 point show car. So back home, put the Macan on the lift again, take the wheel off, and take it to the tire shop. I got all done and back in the house about 4:40. Damn can I party hardy.
I can only guess that when they rotated the tires at the dealership some new mechanic kept our lock. I had better things to do that throw a fit, but I did express my displeasure with the situation. The really great wonderful news is the car in in my garage, and we are not in rural Arkansas on the side of the road, in the rain, trying to change a flat and stuck without an adapter to get the wheel off.