Two flat tires on the way to FW. Right rear in WV. It took out the wheel well panel above the tires and the lower side panel behind the wheels. That evening DH spent an hour pounding out the wrinkled mess so he could reattach it with a screw gun until we got home and could order new parts. Two days later, we are on I-4, 5 miles from Disney when the exact same tire ( not exact same....a new tire, but same right rear) blew. You'd be amazed how fast people get out of your way when chunks of rubber are bouncing down the highway going 60+mph. I think that was the fastest we have ever moved over 3 lanes and off into the grass! You'd think, things couldnt get worse, right? Wrong!!!! Guess who hadn't bought another spare tire yet?!? So, what do we do? Husband pulls out the original bad tire----it is still holding air, but has all the rubber tread pealed off. Once its back on the 5er we slowly move with the emergency flashers going to the next exit. Luckily its rt 535 and we are familiar with the area. We pull into the first parking lot we can fit into; drop the 5er....go into the store, explain to the manager that we are leaving our Rv in his parking lot while we go look for a replacement tire. Luckily we were able to find what we needed at Sam's. We bought 2 tires. LESSON LEARNED. Buy replacement tire immediately. Two hrs later we are finally set up at the fort and husband is looking through the cabinet (which happens to be directly over the tire(s) that blew) and he finds my stash of 10 cases of diet mt dew. Well, let me just say that there was another explosion, blow out, outbust when he saw how much weight I had on that tire area. I still don't take responsibility for the 2 bad tires. I think its Disneys fault for only selling Coke products.
Ohh ....husband spent 2 hrs that night, pounding out the same panel---by this time it looked like white tin foil all crumbled up. All is good---we are at Disney!
