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That happened to me just as I crossed the border from North Carolina into South Carolina. Once I dealt with the fear of having an accident, I had another problem: I knew I had exactly half an hour to spare in the trip on the way to the meeting I HAD to be at and HAD to be on time for in Atlanta.
Get this: I had the donut on, the tire shop located and traveled-to (at 50 mph), a new tire bought, put on my rim, and installed, and was back on the road in 27 minutes. Just enough time to change clothes in the bathroom and be in my seat as the meeting started. WOO HOOO!!!
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