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Jun. 28th, 2013 03:11 pmStarting to think I am cursed. We just got the mini-van back from its second round of repairs, which took three weeks instead of the promised one (this dealership is so getting a nasty Yelp review). Driving to work this morning and passing an extremely slow-moving vehicle on the freeway when suddenly I hear a horrible loud vibrating noise from the back of the vehicle and realize I've had blowout. Since I was coming up on the exit I was planning to get off on anyway, I just pulled off, turned the corner and parked; I hope I didn't drive it too far on the rim and damage the wheel.
This is what I found when I got out of the car to inspect the damage.

Does this look like a normal blowout? I'd almost say it looks like it was slashed, except why would it wait until I was 9 miles or so away from home to blow out? I showed this pic to my coworker, and she thought it looked like a defective tire.

We've had two tires that had leaks, and one of them has gotten to point I have to put air in it every day. This wasn't one of those. We've been waiting to replace them because 1) we didn't have the money, and 2) we wanted to get a little more wear before we replaced all four at once.
I called John, who was pretty much incoherent because he'd fallen asleep getting home from work; he insisted he'd deal with it after he'd gotten some shuteye, so I told him I'd call work and have someone pick me up.
Cursed I tell you.
This is what I found when I got out of the car to inspect the damage.

Does this look like a normal blowout? I'd almost say it looks like it was slashed, except why would it wait until I was 9 miles or so away from home to blow out? I showed this pic to my coworker, and she thought it looked like a defective tire.

We've had two tires that had leaks, and one of them has gotten to point I have to put air in it every day. This wasn't one of those. We've been waiting to replace them because 1) we didn't have the money, and 2) we wanted to get a little more wear before we replaced all four at once.
I called John, who was pretty much incoherent because he'd fallen asleep getting home from work; he insisted he'd deal with it after he'd gotten some shuteye, so I told him I'd call work and have someone pick me up.
Cursed I tell you.