Fun times on the highway
Three buddies and I went to the Red Sox game last night, and as we were leaving Boston we smell something burning on my friend's 97 Intrepid. Someone signals us to pull over. All the tires look fine, but when you try to drive it goes wah wah wah wah. A MassPike emergency truck came, turns out the right rear strut had broken, and was rubbing on the tire. Flatbed had to come, etc. I ended up sitting in a State Police barracks for an hour and a half. It sucked.
Only thing is, this is the second night in a row this has happened to me. The night before, my friend (who was also with me last night) and I went to go see a motorcycle in CT. On the highway, his RIGHT REAR TIRE on his Civic blew.
I am not going on the highway anymore.