Even then I wouldn't call my wife. The time my rim strip moved and I went through both tubes, I called my wife. My daughter was 6 months old at the time. The missus had to wake her up from her nap, strap her in the car and drive 30 miles to picked me up. That ride home and the subsequent conversation was the moment I decided I would sacrifice a wheel set or commit a crime against nature before I'd call her to pick me up again.