So after eating dinner at my parent's house and then driving to North Ogden to visit Becky's family, we were headed home on I-15 around Clearfield driving at aroung 70 mph (oops, I mean 65, Dad). We had driven through a lot of construction and a lot of uneven roads, so I wasn't really noticing that the car was pulling slightly to the right. Then we started hearing a noise from the rear passenger side and thought it was a semi-trailer coming alongside. I kept looking for the semi but didn't see one and then the car started shaking more, so I immediately go over the shoulder and pulled off as far as I could. I got out and looked and this is what was left of our rear tire. I called the auto club who dispatched a guy to change the tire and he took about 20 minutes to get there. Another 15 minutes to change the tire in the dark with semi-trucks whizzing past at 100 mph, and we were on our way again.
But the most interesting thing was a woman saw us with our flashers on at the side of the road and pulled over about 100 yards in front of us, walked back and just wanted to check to make sure we were OK and had help called. What kind of person does that these days? My immediate thought whenever I see a disabled vehicle is to look the other way or think of all the reasons that I can't help...being mechanically challenged prime among them. I guess this taught me that I could at least stop and make sure that other more mechanically-inclined people have been called to offer their help if I can't. I was very impressed.
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Now that is a BLOW OUT! Seriously, I'm surprised it wasn't louder and more sudden given the complete shredding of the wheel. I"m glad you are alright! It makes me happy to know you have an auto club. I don't know why. It just does. Probably because you know how to do EVERYTHING! Makes us poor schmucks who don't know how to do ANYTHING feel much better!
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