That brings back a memory.... was up in that area in 1980 to pick up my car that my mother was using while I finished up basic and tech school.
Decided to head to Stinson Beach for some carousing one afternoon.... beautiful scenery with the ocean on my left and hills on the right.
Doing about 30 mph, felt the back of the car lurch to the left then to the right then back to the left.... looked out the side view to see my left rear tire come off and start rolling down the road.
To this day I still marvel how I stopped, put the car in park, opened the door, and hit the ground running in one fluid motion chasing after my tire.
While pursuing the tire down the road at a full run, it started to turn towards the ocean. Seeing this, I kicked my pursuit into overdrive not wanting it to go careening over the cliff.
During that time there was a small dirt berm at the edge of the road, I suppose to somewhat keep people from driving over the edge, my tire bounced up slightly and hit the inside top edge of this berm.
It was at this time that I caught up with my tire. I slammed to the ground and triumphantly put my foot down on it to ensure it’s capture. Unbeknownst to me during this drama, I hadn’t realized the number of people that were observing the great tire chase.
Once I had put my foot down on the tire I heard quite a bit of clapping, someone had hollered out “Way to go man”, various praises, and other assorted comments. Took a couple of bows to show my appreciation for their entertainment.
Hauled the tire back up to the car (wouldn’t about to roll it) then realized it wasn’t going back on due to sheared studs. As the sun was starting to set, I realized that my car was now a safety hazard so I hitched a ride to Stinson Beach to call a tow truck. Needless to say, there wasn’t any carousing for me that night.
You have a gift.