robert952
Brilliant
DW and I have been reflecting recently. Not sure why. I guess CoVid has as all reassessing things.As you no doubt have noticed, I seem to be obsessed with remembering things, which is one of the reasons I started this thread. I wasn't sure where this fit in, but thought I 'd relate it here... for reasons. I've spent a lot of time in the last two years cooped up in my house, alone due to coronovirus. ... I'm still at a loss to explain how it happened because I didn't hear it explode, but just looking at it you could tell, it exploded! To make a long story short, I called a tow truck, got a new tire and got back home. Now I'm afraid to go outside again.
Sorry to hear about your tire. I too had a blowout around Fayetteville Street way back before they turned it into a 'sidewalk mall.' (They later returned it to being a street...our tax dollars at work.) Like you I couldn't see any pothole or obstruction I hit. My mechanic said it looked like the belt slipped and cut the tire. But like you, to me it looked like a bad blowout. I filed it under 'fecal matter occurs.' Don't let that make you afraid to go outside again.
Since that time I have had a couple of: hit pot hole, BANG, blow out. One evening my wife and I was on a 'date night.' and hit a pothole. We pulled back into the parking lot we at the next turn in. There was a AAA truck and two other cars which apparently hit the same pot hole. So, our wait for AAA (which I swear is worth the investment even it you use them only once every 3-4 years) was trimmed down considerably.
I do want to relate an incident. A person in a large pick up truck with oversized tires was waiting in a traffic jam (along with the rest of us). He was aggressive: riding up on bumpers, honking his horn, trying to change lanes, and you could see him yelling. He finally got fed up with waiting I guess. He made a U-turn, gunned the engine, 'peeled rubber,' fished tailed, and promptly hit the curb on the other side of the street. Yep, you guessed it...front right tire: explosive blow out. You could see him 'explode,' too. It wasn't the kind of tire you carried a spare for either: one of those 4 ft tall 2 ft wide type. (OK, maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but they were big tires.) About that time, the traffic started flowing. They had cleared the wreck at the intersection and police were directing traffic. I drove past watching him kicking the dead tire. I smiled and thought, "Beware of karma."