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Pirelli 245/50/18 Tire Cinturato P7 P245/50/r18 100v 7/32 Tread on 2040-parts.com

US $86.71
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United States, US

United States, US
Returns Accepted:Returns Accepted Refund will be given as:Money Back Item must be returned within:14 Days Return policy details:Champtires offers a generous 14 day return policy on any tires misrepresented, damaged, unusable, or otherwise described incorrectly in this listed auction. Despite this return policy, by bidding on this auction you hereby agree to our disclaimer represented within the auction Return shipping will be paid by:Buyer Restocking Fee:No Aspect Ratio:50 Car Type:Passenger/Performance Speed Idex:V Load Range E:No Section Width:245 Tread Depth:7/32 - 8/32 Tire Brand:Pirelli Tire Type:All-Season Sidewall Style:Blackwall Rim Diameter:18 Load Index:100 Part Brand:Cinturato P7 Run Flat Tire:No Sku:1501559

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