so… i was in birmingham doing wedding stuff, meeting my mother (flying) and my sister (driving). i met my sister at books a million and then we consolidate into one car to pick up my mom. me, the genius, ask if we can take my sister’s car, an explorer, and if i can drive that car because mine was full of junk. she obliges. next thing i know… we are one exit away from the airport when i notice a very strange rubbing sound. i ask my sister if this is normal, she said yes.

it wasn’t

the blowout was the entire width of the sidewall of the tire. this led to me being on the side of i 20 with my shirt off, changing the tire ( i didn’t want to get my shirt sweaty). but its okay because my mom’s flight was delayed anyways. so i guess it all works out in the end. huh.