My wife, Linda, and I planned to drive through the night from New Orleans to South Carolina to visit our parents for Christmas. Linda worried about our car. My Mercury was 11 years old, with no hubcaps and an exterior dinged up worse than a boxer. I insisted it was in good running condition, though. “Just missing a spare tire, that’s all.”
Two in the morning, somewhere in Alabama, I heard a loud bang, followed by a flapping sound. It was just our luck—a tire had blown out.
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