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Thanks, Ozz. The sound was very faint at first. We had a pretty strong cross wind and I thought at first that might be the source of the sound. By the time I was able to stop I really feared that it was one of the trailer tires and expected damage to the trailer. In fact, I walked all around the trailer and was surprised to find that all tires were OK. Then I asked Shirley to watch my driver's side rear tire on the pickup as I drove slowly forward (I knew the sound was coming from that side). Her loud shout told me that we had found the trouble.
The 18 wheelers were blowing by, so I was able to back down into that little dirt road to get off the side of the highway. That is when I did the surgery, somewhat like pulling a tooth.
After I removed the offending metal, I thought about it and then did the stupid thing: I hurled it into the field. Now I wish I'd brought the evidence home, but at the time I wanted to get rid of it.
We drove the remaining 235 miles to our home on that wounded tire. We consider ourselves very fortunate, indeed.
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