Normally, 3 out of 5 isn't bad...

...except for when it's the number of good tires left on your car. That's what I had 1 mile north of exit 268 on I5 southbound Friday morning. Where's exit 268? Yeah, I'm not totally sure either. But, it was about 280 miles from my house. Now for the clarity.
I ended up getting a flat tire on the drive to San Gabriel (for my cousin's wedding) Friday morning. Something hit my rear left tire and put a hole through the sidewall. Somehow, I didn't really notice. I remember something odd happening a couple of miles before, but can't remember exactly what it was, so I kept on going. Anyway, a couple of guys in a truck passed me and motioned to me that the tire was kaput. So, I pulled over and figured that I would just put the spare on, and continue on my way, being the mechanical guru that I am. Well, when I had my tired replaced 3 years ago, the spare was good to go (excluding the serious treadwear). But, in the intervening 3 years, the tire went flat. Sigh...There I was, with the tools, skills and (most importantly) nice weather for changing a flat, except that I had nothing to put in its place. Hello, AAA. I called AAA and they had a tow truck to my car in less than half an hour. I was quite impressed with that speed. So, the tow truck driver put air in the flat, put the flat on the car and sent me on my way. In all, it ended up only taking about 45 minutes.
Now, I still had about 125 miles to my hotel and I have AAA Plus, which will give me a 100 mile tow for free. The tow truck driver told me that there was a tire shop about 10 miles down the road and I could buy a spare there. I respectfully declined the option and decided to try to get at least 25 miles on 3 good tires and a bald spare. Success! I actually made it all the way to the hotel - through the grapevine and everything. I had some down time that afternoon, since my parents left Fremont late (since Rob had food poisoning and they had intended to all go in his car). So, I made good use of the down time and bought myself four new tires (they were due to be replaced anyway).
But, to top it off, I called up Kent and suggested we go to BJ's, since it was only a block from my hotel. He naturally obliged and brought along Kent and Tom. Tom...Apparently, I used to know him, but hadn't seen him since I was about 6 or something. He seemed to remember me, but I, well, um, didn't remember him. But, I will always remember him now - he's a mortician. It's a kinda creepy job, but he will always have customers, whether they like it or not...