This morning, as I was driving to yoga class, my tires blew out. It didn't feel like the usual flat, or sound like it either. It sounded like something falling out of the car, like a clunk sound. And then things started to rattle. So I pulled over onto the shoulder of Irvine Blvd, as the cars and trucks whizzed past, and sat there for a half an hour or more waiting for the tow truck to take me back to the 76 station, where I knew I'd be overcharged for tires, but at least I'd be off the road.
It seems that I have again forgotten to fill the tires up with air. I have a habit of doing that. Now I have to remember air and oil. These are two things my car gets short on regularly.
One of the back tires was spectacularly shredded. I'm lucky I didn't lose control over the car, and shocked that no one signaled me to let me know about it. In the past, people have done that.