[gmku]

I knew SOMETHING would happen that day. I made it all the way to 5 p.m. without incident, and then I ran over a board with nails in it on my way home from picking up my son from college. I looked in the rearview mirror and could see huge nails pointed straight up. It was almost like it was deliberately set.

I thought I was okay--we made it all the way, more than 90 miles without the tire going flat, and even went out that evening to a movie, and still no flat. So I thought I'd escaped my certain fate. Next morning I went out to the garage, and yep, there it was, a very flat tire.