After Solvang Double, I put my bike in my car, and drove home for Northern California in the morning. I didn't get any flats of any kind during the ride ... in fact, I probably rode about 1000 miles on the same pair of wheels. So I go northbound on 101, then soon after passing Los Alamos, I heard a huge resounding pop. At first I thought I had a blowout on my car. No smoke or anything. Then, I open the hatch, and it was my front tire. Next time, I'll deflate my tires when driving over long distances, especially with elevation changes.