About an hour after the first blowout we picked up a German who, with typical Teutonic eye for detail, berated the driver over the quality of the tire that replaced the shredded one. How anal! I thought. Doesn't he know this isn't Germany? After the second blowout left us with no spare and had us sitting for an hour while the driver hitched into town to buy a new tire, I came to have a whole new appreciation for Farverknugen.