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Not a Cobra, but several years ago we were on our way to the airport for a family trip at oh-dark-thirty. There had been a tremendous rainstorm overnight but it had stopped, so no one thought anything of it. Just before the freeway onramp I hit a real headbanger of a pothole from a washout, and thought, "uh-oh..."
My wife was right behind me in a Volvo with 19-inch 40-series tires. The pothole (which I later looked at - it had a slope down into it leading to a 3-inch sharp curb on the exit) shredded both tires on that side and cracked one rim. She continued onto the freeway (not much choice) and drove it two miles to the next exit on disintegrating rubber. The low-pros concealed the damage in the dark and on a smooth highway... for a while.
That was just the beginning of a fun, fun day getting 8 people across the country...
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