Poles ready to throw, buzzes, cranks, chatters, and worms. Pull out of the drive notice something on the side of my tire. Get out and check, sure enough, a baseball size lump on the tire, pull back around and put it back in the garage. Talk about a ruined trip. I guess, better a 100 yards down the street than 100 miles down the highway. I guess I'll be picking up a spare tomorrow