We had a good week in Wisconsin and I guess we were ready to be back home. We were maybe 3 hours from home, somewhere in Ohio, east of Fort Wayne and west of Upper Sandusky. We were coming up on a slow moving vehicle so Duane pulled over into the left lane to pass. We then smelled something burning. He was able to pull around the slow moving vehicle and get off on to the shoulder. I opened my door and leaned out. The front right tire was flat.
After unloading the trunk to get to the spare and the jack, Duane got the tire off and discovered that there was a hole blown on the inside sidewall of the tire.
He got the tire changed and we repacked the car--the kids were packed in the back seat with quite a bit from the trunk and I had a crock pot under my feet. It was a long rest of the trip because Duane could drive only 55 mph on the donut tire.
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