Had a flat tire...

On my way to my Dad's I hit a huge hole in I-75 where a chunk of concrete popped out of the road. About 9 miles later I noticed the van in front of me had a left rear flat tire. I flagged him as I passed him. Then 2 miles later (just shy of the Mackinac Bridge) I noticed my same tire was also flat!

Turns out there was a huge gash made in the tire wall, having to replace the whole thing.

A picture from later in the day, after Dad's curtain hanging project.