I don’t know how to do multiple responses so . . . Coming back from Mexico in 1974 with my 74 Cutlass, the US guys went over it with a fine tooth comb. Took the ash trays in the doors out and checked, looked at the trunk and the spare, etc. And that was before meth and all the other junk on the street.
Coming home from work about a mile from home I hit something with my right front tire. Immediately blew out. Never found what it was but sounded like part of a leaf spring. After dinner drove back up to Target when they had auto service for a couple new tires.
Shortly after my wife bought our Aurora, she blew a front tire out. At night on the freeway before cell phones, 20 miles from home. Wasn’t late enough where I would have gone looking, but after a while some guy stopped and changed the tire for her. Back when people did that. Put four new tires on the next day but the good part is ever since then she has been super concerned about tires. I remember once in broad daylight I stopped for a lady on the freeway to see if I could help and she just waved me off, didn’t want to talk, said help was on the way. Still don’t know if it was true or not but didn’t want to scare her any more. Fine line I guess.