I unknowingly drove from somewhere in Indiana (I think) to Oneida, IL on this beauty:
This was my first murder.
Later in the week, a different tire was slain, presumably in the driveway since another car that frequented there also had the same tire meet it's demise.
That's three.
Before driving to Illinois again later in the month, the front left tire had to be replaced due to a not so slow leak.
Four.
And then on the journey itself....In the middle of Indiana, around 10pm, while cruising down the interstate...I had the remaining tire blow out. Luckily, it only took me twenty minutes to change it and the girls were watching a movie on the laptop the whole time so they didn't see my not-so-graceful flailing about while I was trying to get the lugnuts off. They (hopefully) didn't hear what I was muttering, either.
Five tires in a month. Seriously?
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