One of the ladies in our church is teaching Audrey how to crochet. I drove Audrey over there this morning and her husband, Fred, wanted to show me something.
The left front tire on his motor home exploded! It exploded with so much force, it blew a piece of the fiberglass body off the coach.
He told me that they usually go to bluegrass festival this week in Missouri or Arkansas, but neither felt good and they decided not to go. He said he thought it was a blessing that it didn't happen while they were driving 65 mph down the highway.
It reminded me of another time I saw a tire blow while just sitting there. It was when I lived in the Ivory Coast. Larry Rowell and I drove from Abidjan to Ouagadugou, Burkina Faso. While we were in Ouaga, the spare tire on the Jeep exploded.
We, too, were happy we weren't tooling down the road (at the speeds that Larry drove).