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Here's one that doesn't involve running into other people:
This past February, SBTtoy and I were in bumfuck, WV coming home from a weekend in Snowshoe when all of a sudden my car starts making this deathly screeching sound, which for several reasons I believe is coming from one of the wheels. I pull over into a church parking lot to inspect and see nothing wrong, so I drive up about 300 yards to a gas station asking where the nearest garage is, and they put me on the phone with a guy about 1/4 mile up the road. We pull in there, he takes the wheel off, and just as he suspected, there's a little piece of gravel about the size of a fingernail stuck between my brake rotor and some plate behind it. I give the guy $10 and we're on our way.
Almost exactly a week later, SBTtoy and I are heading to Charlotte for a TAB concert at the Fillmore, around Statesville at 8:00 PM or so (driving her car this time), and her car starts making a very similar noise. I pull off into a service station and she calls AAA, since most garages are closed at the time. While we're waiting for the AAA guy, I decide to inspect the wheel on my own, and just as he arrives I pop the wheel off, bend the little plate behind the rotor back, and a small piece of gravel falls into my hand.
We got to the Fillmore in the middle of the third song and were able to enjoy the rest of the night; if we hadn't had the exact same experience, a week prior, in a different state, in our other car, we likely would have had an entirely different night.
This past February, SBTtoy and I were in bumfuck, WV coming home from a weekend in Snowshoe when all of a sudden my car starts making this deathly screeching sound, which for several reasons I believe is coming from one of the wheels. I pull over into a church parking lot to inspect and see nothing wrong, so I drive up about 300 yards to a gas station asking where the nearest garage is, and they put me on the phone with a guy about 1/4 mile up the road. We pull in there, he takes the wheel off, and just as he suspected, there's a little piece of gravel about the size of a fingernail stuck between my brake rotor and some plate behind it. I give the guy $10 and we're on our way.
Almost exactly a week later, SBTtoy and I are heading to Charlotte for a TAB concert at the Fillmore, around Statesville at 8:00 PM or so (driving her car this time), and her car starts making a very similar noise. I pull off into a service station and she calls AAA, since most garages are closed at the time. While we're waiting for the AAA guy, I decide to inspect the wheel on my own, and just as he arrives I pop the wheel off, bend the little plate behind the rotor back, and a small piece of gravel falls into my hand.
We got to the Fillmore in the middle of the third song and were able to enjoy the rest of the night; if we hadn't had the exact same experience, a week prior, in a different state, in our other car, we likely would have had an entirely different night.