This morning driving to work, one of my tires blew out -- not quite sure why it happened, but I knew immediately I had a flat. You feel it in the steering wheel; the ride gets rougher immediately, as if you were driving on cobblestone rather than asphalt. I happened to be on Central Expressway when it happened, and thought maybe I could make it to work -- after all, I'm only a mile or two away. I stopped, smelt the burnt rubber, looked at the tire and decided that continuing on was probably not a bright idea.
I got the spare tire out of the trunk and tried removing the flat. It wouldn't budge. I struggled for a few minutes before giving up and called AAA, and they sent a truck over to switch the flat out for me, and I was back on my way.
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