I thought when I left the country I'd never again see folks with their cars up on blocks. But apparently, the absence of a yard is no hindrance to the call of ones inner-redneck.
Or, as this is the bad side of town, the tires were stolen, which is kind of brazen and kind of neighborly, considering they could have stolen the whole car. "Thank you kindly for the new Goodyears. No, you're too kind. What would I do with a mini-van? I just needed the tires."