Last summer, I did exactly the same thing to my tire after making several attempts to climb a very steep, very rocky driveway from a cabin in SW Wisconsin. At the top of the driveway and about a quarter mile along the road in the most beautiful broad green valley I ever hope to see, I got the thump thump from the front wheel and found my tire entirely cut from the rim.

One result was that my little mini-spare tire had to do, and it had a max speed of 50 mph, which was lovely during the remainder of the country road driving, but a bit scary on the posted 70 mph interstate that I had to take for the last 200 miles or so. (Listened to an audio biography of Marvin Gaye for an hour of that trip . . . .)

I had intended to write something about that on my blog, but never got it done. (A Rage Against the Machine concert would have been part of the story, too.)