I was minding my own business driving down the road when a standard construction zone came upon me. The asphalt company had scraped up the road (technical terminology) real good but apparently left an entire section of jagged concrete around a sewer hole. And yeah, I ran right over it. Me and about 4 other cars who also fell victim to it, pulled over on the side of the road. I totally befriended the cop and long story short- he drove us back to the tire place (w/ sirens for the enamored child) and offered Zach a job interview.
Boom baby, as Zach would say .
What an eventful and completely standard night for us. If someone was going to pop their tire on that today, it was going to be me. I have the worst luck with tires!