I was 10 when WW2 started, my brother was 5 & my sister 3. Tires were scarce, since you couldn't get rubber, and a year or two into the war we had a tire blow our on the way into town -- we lived 5 miles out in the country.

We'd already used up our spare, so my father just peeled the tire off and we jangled into town on the rim. I don't know which one of us kids started singing "Coming in on a rim and a spare," but we sang the rest of the way to town, and thought we were terribly clever. ("Though there's one ti-er gone, we can still carry on...")

First time I've thought of that for years.

Clint