In high school I was driving up route 8 (overtaking someone as usual) and my passenger side window exploded. I got off the highway, pulled into the first gas station and started cleaning up the glass. After about ten minutes later a car with a shredded rear came into the station. Seems they had a blowout just as I was overtaking and threw shrapnel all along the passenger side of the car.

I helped the woman change her wheel, and then she refused to give me her insurance info and drove off. I had her lic plate number so she ended up paying for it anyways.

Moral of the story get the insurance info first, then change the tire.

edited for really lousy grammar

 

Blowouts are scary.
especially when your next to tractor-trailer and one of their's let go.