The tread peeled off the tire one night on the way home . A buddy met up with me at 11:30 at night with his car trailer . We got it back in place , but never got time to weld it up . I put new tires all the way around that weekend .
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I had a VERY SIMILAR incident to yours, Election Night, 2016. Was driving a crew of 3 other men back from Maricopa County to Tucson, where we had all been knocking doors in a last minute GOTV drive, which we worked right up to the close of the polls. (we got doubletime for that) Heading SE on I-10 in our '66 Newport, which I'd bought for the family that March, I had to pass an 18 wheeler, so punched Mathilda up to 85 mph and started to pass... Suddenly, I felt/heard a LOT of vibration from the driver side rear wheel, which I knew good and well meant it chose that very time, just as I almost had passed that damned tractor-trailer, to disintegrate.
It did, as Tilly coasted down from 85 to about 70, as I sensibly kept my foot OFF either pedal, knowing how to drive when a car blows a tire as I do. The NOISE and VIBRATION caused the entire car, especially the rear end to shudder and fishtail a bit as the tire let go of its outer rubber, while I calmly coasted Mathilda, with the screaming 20-something boy in the back seat directly behind me, onto the shoulder of the road while hearing "THE TRANSMISSION EXPLODED!" repeatedly shrieked into my ear while this fool's colon did the same into his pants. We 3 Mature Men all just smiled, thanked the Almighty that He got us off the highway intact, with my shotgun complimenting me for a "Cool Job" of saving our lives. I just said, "let's see the damage and air out the car." I then told Boyo to take his shitty *** over into the field, clean himself as best he could, tossing him some rags from the trunk, and that he could work off his adrenaline by changing the tire under ADULT supervision.
Sure enough, that fragging tire busted the rear fender well open! I later beat the sheetmetal down, used some sheet aluminum to close up the gap left by irretrievably bent rusty steel, and used the aluminum, fiberglass cloth, roof repair resin, and aerosol caulking foam to close the fender. Our candidate didn't get into the Blight House that night either, but we got paid well, and I got some nice bonus $$ also.
Junior changed the tire well enough under my supervision, and we hit the road again about 25 minutes later, keeping the windows all the way down to Tucson.