This is the Story of How I (Almost) Died

*This happened on Monday. I feel like this is confusing as to when this all happened*

It was a regular Monday.

Scratch that.

There wasn't much regular about this Monday. It was stressful overall, but I don't need need to get into that. Except for the part where I almost died.

So, because school started yesterday, I was in need of school supplies- namely notebooks, a planner, and these awesome white-out pens that I was wanting last semester.

The afternoon-ish rolled around, and I figured it was time for that cursed trip into town. With Gideon and my new Comic Con shirt (oh, yeah! I'll write about that later), we headed out- dropping off Grace at work on the way. Everything was going swimmingly until about 3 miles outside of Florissant, when something didn't quite feel right with the handling. I started looking for a place to pull over and check it out (thinking it was a flat), when I felt something blow and was miraculously RIGHT next to a HUGE pull off (this was some miracle that I cannot explain). I got out (knowing it was a tire because of the smell), and this is what I was greeted with: 

Of course I called my dad right away and tried to figure everything out (I definitely was NOT crying because I was half terrified/half thankful that I was able to get off the road immediately), and I sent him that picture.^^^ I figured I ran over something and didn't know it, but apparently it was more serious than that. He said he's never seen anything like it, and that it wasn't normal in any way, shape, or form.  I also might add that these tires were like 4 days old. Brand new.

So after about an hour or so of waiting on the side of the road, some nice motorcyclists from Illinois helped me change my tire because wow. That's a large car for me to try to figure out. 30 minutes later, and I was on my way home, driving VERY slowly with a nice, new spare.

My parents came home early (they left in case nobody was kind enough to help me change the tire), and called the tire place right away. It turns out it was a manufacturer's error, and not my fault (thank the Lord). The tire shop people said that they hadn't seen anything like it either. We both survived, and were able to get the car into the shop. I believe we're picking it up today with new tires that aren't faulty. And I think I'll be terrified of driving for just a little bit.

And that's the story of how I almost died. Luckily I didn't, and we were able to figure it out with the tire people.

I feel like that was a lot of rambling on and on (I'm writing this on my break from homework. My brain is dead). But there you go! 

Be careful out there.

Live long and prosper, and if you run into a motorcyclist from Illinois, please thank them for helping me out.