Tires wear. Humans abuse them ruthlessly. We hit curbs, burn rubber and do donuts late at night. If someone drove on you for several thousand miles, you’d pop too. As sure as death and taxes, flat tires are a simple fact of life.
The worst part is they hit you at the least convenient times—like when you’re several Donettes and sodas deep into your drive and you realize that you’re about to burst, and boom there goes your tire. You’re desperate for a restroom, no amenities for miles. I mean, talk about a bummer. Not to say there’s any preferable time to get a flat. All one can do is be prepared, because flat tires always strike when their victims are most vulnerable. Flat tires find you late at night, no doubt alone in the middle of nowhere, no reception, no one to tell you what to do. Continue reading