You know, it's funny when your history repeats itself. Literally. Nine years ago, I experienced my first blow out tire whilst driving down interstate highway 35 in Denton, TX. It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. And stressful too. This is how the tire looked afterwards: Today, I watched my "new" car get towed to the mechanic. Again. That's the second time in less than 2 weeks. First, my throttle failed, and now my alternator has failed. I've had this car for only ...