Look how Dillon keeps going back to the drivers side front tire. I think he had figured out something that we hadn’t discovered yet, that tire had been punctured by the skeletons of hard heads and was loosing air. Before the trip was over we would be racing time, stopping occasionally to add air to the tire. From here back to the end of the pavement it is sixty plus miles of raw beach driving. We made it back ok, but the tire was fit to only be used as a temporary spare.