My mother related the following story to me many times, and I know it's true because she always told the truth. Whenever she would get half way through the narration, she would break into laughter and find it hard to continue.
It seems that just before they were married, Dad acquired a new (used) car. Being a fairly good mechanic , he planned to fix it up--and it needed a lot of fixing up. He invited Mom to take a test drive with him, so they packed a picnic lunch and headed out toward Haystack Mountain. The car performed well, and they were enjoying a beautiful sunny day. At some point, the ride started to get a little bumpy. Dad stopped the car and found one tire was a little flat. He removed the wheel, got out the hand pump, and proceeded to fill the tire with air. To his surprise, the red tube inside the tire began to swell and push out and the crack widened as it did. The next thing Mom knew, the tube had formed a great red bubble, and Dad was yelling at her, "Run, Grace, RUN!" he grabbed her hand and they both ran. The bubble was expanding, and they hadn't gone far before "bam!!" the tire exploded. Apparently, the heat in the tire had melted that old red rubber tube and removed any elasticity it had. She didn't say if they had a spare tire--she always broke into laughter when she got to the point of his yelling, and found it hard to continue the story.
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