I earned a lot more in my first month on Steemit than I expected! So I bought myself some new wheels.

This is the Mercedes I saw when I went to get my new wheels.

It took awhile to figure out how to do it, but I finally cashed out my SBD, used it to purchase Bitcoin on Poloniex, and then sold the Bitcoin for fiat currency. Even after accounting for all the little transaction fees, and the somewhat low price of SBD on the exchange, I came out with enough money to make a major purchase.

That left me with a very important decision to make. What to do with the money? I thought about blowing it all on a new wardrobe and expensive dinners out, but I decided to be prudent with my Steemit fortune. What I really needed was a new set of wheels.

So off I went to my local tire shoppe. Reece Tire is the finest tire purveyor within a several-mile radius of where I live.

When I arrived, I walked right up to the counter and told Mr. Reece that I'd like to see about purchasing the best set of tires they had for my Toyota Corolla.

I fanned the cash out on the counter so he would know I was a serious shopper.

I usually try to avoid flaunting my money, but when you are making a major purchase like this, it's important to let the proprietor know they're not dealing with someone who's just window shopping. If I'm about to drop 60 lincolns on one tire shopping excursion, I want to be treated with respect, not blown off and treated like a waste of time.

I don't know about you, but where I come from, 60 lincolns is a lot of money.

I think I got the message across. Mr. Reece took me into the back and showed me my options. First he showed me the cheapest brand.

"No, thank you," I said, trying not to sound indignant. "I'm not skimping on these tires. I'll go with the mid-range tires."

Mr. Reece raised his eyebrows. I could tell he was impressed. "Okay, Ms. O'Hara," he said. "We'll get those tires on right away and have you ready to go in about fifteen minutes."

You damn well better, I thought. I don't pay top dollar to be kept waiting all day. I fanned my cash again, just to be sure he got the message, and then I went to sit down in the waiting room.

I documented the whole thing so that my adoring fans on Steemit could vicariously satisfy their dreams of one day being able to buy new tires of their own.

As you can see, the process starts with the removal of the old, "poor people tires." Pay close attention, because if you continue to work hard on Steemit, you might find yourself in the enviable position of making a new tire purchase, and you'll want to know how to proceed.

Now it's time to install the new, "Steemionaire" tires.

My Toyota is now up in the air, supported by jacks, while Mr. Reece's faithful employee puts on the first tire. I told him to be careful not to scuff it. I would be highly aggrieved if I ended up paying such a large sum for damaged tires.

Once the tires were replaced, I went up to the counter again to pay the bill.

Mr. Reece told me the total, and I slowly counted out his compensation in crisp, five dollar bills. (I could have paid in twenties, but the large stack of cash you can make with smaller denominations is much more impressive.)

"Five," I said, laying the first bill on the counter. "Ten, fifteen, twenty..." I licked my fingers. "Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty..."

Mr. Reece cleared his throat. I looked up. "Am I going too fast?" I asked. "Would you like me to start over?"

"No," he said. "Please continue."

"Forty-five," I counted. "Fifty, fifty-five..."

"That's good, Ms. O'Hara. You don't have to count it all out," he said.

Wow, I thought. My reputation of wealth must have proceeded me here. I hated to halt my money-counting performance in the middle, but it would have been unseemly to protest. I handed him the rest of the stack and collected my belongings. "Thank you, Mr. Reece," I said as I exited the tire shop. "We shall do business again."

Mr. Reece nodded, and I sashayed outside to where my Toyota sat waiting atop its brand new, thick tread tires.

Before I left, I could not resist the temptation to take a selfie in front of my new wheels.

My daughter, Steve, is no less delighted than I at the luxuries I am able to afford with my Steem wealth. It's hard to believe that only a month ago, we were forced to drive around on almost-shot tires.

And this is only the beginning. Who knows what riches next month's cash-out will buy? A new dishwasher, perhaps, or a slightly used oven. I'm not ruling out a trip to IKEA.

~This has been a message from the High Esteemian.~

I love you, Steemit!

(But all jokes aside, I am thoroughly spiffed to have made enough money with writing in one month to buy a new set of tires for my car. This is a dream come true for me!)

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Hi! My name is Leslie Starr O'Hara, but I go by Starr. I live in the mountains of North Carolina and I write fiction, satire, humor, and the odd anarchist think piece here on Steemit. FOLLOW ME if you're interested in stuff about science fiction, writing, homeschooling, productivity, or just stuff that will make you laugh your britches off.

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