This weekend, Todd and I went into a store in Groton MA. As we were getting back into the car, I heard this hissing sound... it was one of Todd's tires, the right rear. We drove about a mile or so to a gas station and filled it up a bit for the trip home, about 15 miles or so. We took a divided highway, trying not to stop if possible, and got to our exit just as all the air was gone. Our road isn't far from the exit, so we didn't have too far to go, but part of the road is very bumpy. We made quite a racket as we went. As we approached Todd's driveway, a man walking with his family were approaching. The look on his face as Todd backed into the driveway in front of him was priceless...
