Well....more mushy.
I looked out my left window to see my beauty ring doing 65 in the lane next to me. Obviously, I had a flat
There was a lot of traffic and it took me a half-mile or so to get to the shoulder. I stopped. Turned off the engine. Looked out the window before opening the door and my beauty ring had followed me.
It passed me on the left doing 3 or 4 MPH, pulled in front of my car, spun down and stopped about 15 feet directly off my hood ornament.
I just sat there for about 20 seconds, trying to figure out how the hell that happened.
There was a Nascar race a few years ago where Kurt Busch had a left side wheel crack through the lug nuts. As he pulled off the track toward the pits it came completely loose and started off down the front straight. He got to his pit box, and they change the tire and got him back out. When he got to the end of pit road to get back onto the track his broken wheel and tire arrived just in time to meet him.