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I really hope that my two blow-outs in one week is extremely rare, but they were basically on consecutive uses.
How is this for a weird experience? When I was eighteen I borrowed my dad's Escort. I went to see a friend whose house was situated weird. I could and had done donuts in front and wanted to, but decided to be responsible. It had just started raining. This happened fifteen years ago and I just thought of this--the only possible explanation was that I held down the accelerator and not the clutch, cranked the wheels, turned the ignition, and suddenly my head was spinning. I had done a one-eighty, blowing out the tire on the curb, and bending the frame.
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