Tires are my nemesis. So much so, that I have a reputation. I can't tell you how many times I've gone out to my car to find a flat tire. I run over more nails, develop more bulges and suffer from more random slow leakes than anyone else I know. Until recently, this has never occurred while the car was actually moving.
My ultimate driving fear is blowing out a tire doing 70 on the freeway. Wait, members of WAPD might be reading this...my ultimate driving fear is blowing out a tire doing 55 on the freeway. Regardless of my speed, with my history of tire maladies, you might have expected this to have happened far earlier in my decades of licensed driving. Somehow, I've managed to avoid this particular peril.