I had her back it up so I could get the floor jack under it and change it out. Because she couldn't wait I told her to take mine. In less than 20 feet it had rolled off the bead. So much for safety bead wheels.
In the cold, freezing, darkness I changed out the flat tire. After getting the spare on I checked it all the way around and found nothing.
This morning I looked again as I popped off the wheel weights. We buy our tires from Discount and when they fix flats they reballance them. So, I keep the weights.
Later between shifts she took the tire to Discount to be fixed. When she got home she said: Tire is history, I got a brand new one. It wasn't repairable. I said, what punctured it. She said, and animal bone


I've had tires punctured by:
nails
screws,
bailing wire,
bucket wire handles,
cactus thorns,
glass,
jagged rock fragments,
but this is a first, this one was ruined by ..........
an animal bone.
Wifie said all she had to pay was for the new road hazard warranty.
So, that's how to get a new tire.
Joe