Tragedy at the NRMA

Today at work I got a flat tyre. I think I may have caused said flat tyre by driving over a curb- but this is a mere irrelevance. I called the NRMA. The nice lady said they'd be an hour. I mentioned that it was very hot and I had four disabled people with me, all of whom needed to be places. I didn't mention that we were parked outside their air conditioned home and all could have very easily returned to the leather sofas upon which they were formerly positioned. Again, irrelevancies. Anyway, having dropped this seemingly minor detail, I hung up, sent a text ('you wish. You're not nearly flexible nor well-endowed enough') to a friend and the NRMA man pulled up. It was that quick. From now on I'm ALWAYS going with the 'four disabled people, heat, etc' line. To think they've had me waiting for hours, like a chump! Chumps.
Gary the NRMA man was utterly unspectacular, however he did make one rather interesting statement, which stays with me. I was telling him how I drove a bit on the tyre before I realised it was flat and how I hoped it didn't damage anything important and he told me that it was fine to drive for a little bit to get to a safe place. He sagely finished with (and I quote (no, seriously (this is word for word))) "I've seen too many people die for the sake of a flat tyre".

"Die for the sake of a flat tyre"

"Die for... flat tyre".

You understand that I was suitably impressed and more than a little curious. I didn't want to seem to be questioning Gary's incredibley unlikely statement so I instead maintained an awed silence and failed to hand him the correct tool. Disappointingly, he did not elaborate on even one tale of how a flat tyre eventuated into tragedy.
This is where the story ends. All I took with me is the hope that somewhere, someday, Gary and I meet again, and I learn every sorry tale of death resulting from a flat tyre that he has witnessed.