I didn't think much when my A3 whispered, "wa wa wa", I thought it was road noise. And when I had to fight the wheel to keep her tracking straight, I blamed the ridges in the road. But when she bellowed "WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP" and was as squirrelly as deep fried okra, I knew I'd have to take her in to the shop. Alignment? Control arm? Bent rim...or worse? Nope, the boys over at Santa Monica Motors chastised me on a point of safety and sent me off to purchase front tires at the tire store. And you know what,? She whispers no more.