I was driving an all nighter to Kansas City from Dallas in a van with my trio because all of us had day jobs and we got a late start leaving town. My bandmates and my girlfriend, who came along for the fun of it, were all in a good mood laughing it up, telling jokes and as the road food and long evening wore on, the bassplayer fell asleep in the back with the equipment and that left me to drive with my girlfriend and my other buddy as co-pilots to keep me awake. For some reason, the two of them got talking about UFOs and sure enough, my friend was staring out the window and swearing to God that we were being followed by a UFO. I was sure he was smashed from the long day and the funny cigerette he was smoking at the time so I dismissed it. Soon, my girlfriend was confirming him it was true. "Oh,my God, it's following us!" she said to me. OK, she was sharing the funny cigerette so, 'no big deal,' I say to myself. It's a jet or a plane and we'll pull over somewhere so they can get some fresh air.
This went for over a half hour and I was just beginning to believe it myself when my friend said, "Bob, slow down and look at this, man."
No kidding, just as I was about to do just that , a truck tire, fully inflated, rim and all, came bouncing out of the darkness from the opposite lane of the highway and smashed my driver side headlight and just missed crashing through the windshield by a couple of inches. Everybody started screaming. I slammed the breaks. The equipement and bassplayer were thudding up against my back and we were fishtailing to a halt on the Oklahoma Turnpike at about 1:30 a.m.
After settling down on the shoulder of the road, I just sat there breathing while my girlfriend was shouting a steady stream of curse words to calm herself. I assessed the damage , which wasn't bad and counted myself lucky to still have a head and everyone was unhurt. We looked around but never could find the tire that attacked us.
My two co-pilots looked around for their UFO. It wasn't there, of course. The bassplayer listened to the story and calmly went back to sleep in the back of the van. We got back on th road to finish the trip. That's it. When we got to Kansas City, we had us a good story to tell about the , KILLER ALIEN TIRE FROM MARS.
This went for over a half hour and I was just beginning to believe it myself when my friend said, "Bob, slow down and look at this, man."
No kidding, just as I was about to do just that , a truck tire, fully inflated, rim and all, came bouncing out of the darkness from the opposite lane of the highway and smashed my driver side headlight and just missed crashing through the windshield by a couple of inches. Everybody started screaming. I slammed the breaks. The equipement and bassplayer were thudding up against my back and we were fishtailing to a halt on the Oklahoma Turnpike at about 1:30 a.m.
After settling down on the shoulder of the road, I just sat there breathing while my girlfriend was shouting a steady stream of curse words to calm herself. I assessed the damage , which wasn't bad and counted myself lucky to still have a head and everyone was unhurt. We looked around but never could find the tire that attacked us.
My two co-pilots looked around for their UFO. It wasn't there, of course. The bassplayer listened to the story and calmly went back to sleep in the back of the van. We got back on th road to finish the trip. That's it. When we got to Kansas City, we had us a good story to tell about the , KILLER ALIEN TIRE FROM MARS.
