I made it to Arlington this weekend! No car crashes...no need for rescue from the little sister...just a normal trip. Got to see Pete and Melissa's new house (very nice) and have a slumber party with Emily. 'Then helped set up the swim party and snapped a few photos before high-tailing it back home. On the way home, I decided to stop and check out the scene of the accident. There were 4 or 5 sets of really good skid marks. Oddly enough, none of them seemed to be mine. As near as I can tell, I must've traveled between 3 and 4 tenths of a mile (probably a little closer to 4 than 3) from the time the tread flew off the tire and the end of the ride. 70 mph to zero mph in that distance translates to how many seconds? Maybe 10 or 15? It really is amazing that nobody hit me...that everyone managed to come to a stop. I'm feeling really lucky all over again.
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