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TRUE STORY
A couple summers ago, a car-load of well-heeled old blue-haired widow-women went to the big city on a shopping mission.
These old ladies late husbands had left them all in fairly good financial shape.
One's had left her with a big old blue Fleetwood Brougham, a real road-eating machine; that Cadillac was the means of their conveyance for the day.
After a long hard day's shopping and eating at a couple different high-dollar restuarants, these tired old sisters embarked on their journey back towards home.
While cruising merrily along on the "Parkway", not another car in sight,
KER --- BOOOOMMMMMM!!!
Those old sisters thought they had been dynamited.
Once the initial episode of fear and panic subsided, they gathered most of their wits and noticed there was no smoke, no big ball of fire, no mushroom cloud, and still not another car in sight; what on earth could it have been ???
Wet drawers and all, they continued homeward.
Not until they arrived safely at the first one's house to let her out did they find just what all the excitement had been about.
When they opened that big cavernous trunk to retrieve her purchases, everything in there was knocked about, and a coating of fine white powder was covering everything.
Further investigation revealed that the brand-new ten-year-old steel-belted radial spare tire had stood it as long as it was going to and had catastrophically failed within the confines of the trunk.
The tread was peeled back like a banana-peel, the steel cords sprayed out, and a big gaping hole through the casing.
It was the most exciting thing those old matriarchs had evidenced since the tent-meeting back in '73.