Flat Tire

Looking out of the window from the cabin, it became clear at one point that the truck's headlights were not coming any closer. Percy seemed to be stuck. As Gibson and Dustin prepare to go out into the dark and help Percy, I joined them.
It had snowed quite heavily during the last day of the pre-workshop. Indeed, arriving at the truck, Percy had not only gotten stuck in a snowbank, he also had a deflated tire, and his phone had run out of battery. The four of us eventually managed to dig the truck out and drive it to the cabin. The tire seems to be deflating quickly however. And my phone had died in the cold as well.
Although it may a tense moment for you- your passengers seem to be enjoying themselves. As you slip through the snow, break through snowbanks and spray snow everywhere, all passengers cheer and laugh. Finally, you reach the road. From here on it is more straight-forward, and you reach uptown, where you drop of your first two elders. Getting out of the truck you notice that the tire has completely blown up, and that you lost the rubber on the way. You drove here on the rim.
This, you think, explains the burning smell once you hit the road.
You arrange a ride for Mary, and walk downtown with all the youth. Everybody is elated about the adventure you just had. You are happy you got everyone home safe.