With my ankle wrapped as snug as a bug in a rug, we hit the road, destination: Arizona. Just east of San Antonio, Texas, Marc suddenly slammed the brakes, fear and panic clearly apparent on his face. The smell of
burned rubber was the first clue to what had happened, but my fears were confirmed by Marc: We had had a blowout. RV owners know how much damage can be caused by an RV blowout, but thanks to Marc's fast reflexes, the truck was brought to a quick, and safe, stop. The tire had blown wide open. Once again, AAA to the rescue!
Holy shit, did you take over my black cloud.
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