The other day my mom calls up and says her truck wont start, dead battery. OK, I'll grab my charger and stop over on Wednesday. A bit later he calls back and says, I don't drive the truck in the winter, why don't you take the truck home and drive it for a while so the battery charges up real good. Cool.
So this morning my wife drives me over and drops me off. My mom said she was going out for breakfast so she would leave the door open and put the keys on the seat. I get there. Doors open, but the truck door is locked. Ops, there'* the keys sitting on the seat. My wife is gone. I notice my moms car sitting there so I knock on the door. Yep, she'* home. Where'* the other keys? I don't know. Crud. So she drives me home. Later on she gets another key made and asks if I can come over. Sure, me wife will be home soon and she can drop me off.
A little later on my wife gets home, put a few things away and she drives me over there. She was complaining about hitting a rock on the way home. Didn't think much of it. She goes threw the roundabout, what was that noise? No idea, that was odd, but now it'* gone. It'* about 5 miles to my moms. I notice I can hear this odd sound when we go over bumps. It was getting worse as we went.. She turned one of the last corners and she said, do I have a flat? Ahh, pull over. I jump out and look, yep, it'* flat. Go to moms, it'* just up the road.
After fighting with the spare, I jack up the van and remove the flat. My wife is in the van, I turn with the tire and I hear a CRASH! I turn around and look, what the, why is the van laying on the ground?
Looks like the van rolls just enough for the jack to fail.
Got it back to the shop with this joke of a tire.
This was no rock. This is from a nail or screw.