My first day in Spain a few years ago, I was driving a rental car and cautiously crawling up a windy road through an olive grove as a large tour bus was coming down the hill towards me. One of its back wheels came off -- not just the tire, but the whole damned assembly. (How is the possible? I have no idea.) It rolled rapidly down the road towards me as though an invisible giant were playing that old-fashioned hoop game. I didn't know what to do... a big bus taking up all the space on my left, an impressive drop-off on the right and an upright wheel headed my way at an incredible and accelerating rate of speed. I aimed the car directly at the wheel and it hit the center front of the car. The impact made the wheel bounce high up into the air. We craned our necks forward to watch it above the windshield in what seemed eerily like slow motion. Then it came down, only to bounce way up high again and fell, finally, into the ditch, where it stopped. This all happened in the space of 20 seconds or so. The back of the car I was driving was also bashed-in because the woman driving behind me hit us from the rear as well.
I don't know why I was so lucky, but when I'd picked up the rental car, the only automatic they had left was an 800 series BMW. As a lame-ass American woman driver, I had insisted on an automatic even though, yes, I do know how to drive a stick. This was the first and only time I've driven a BMW, but I became an immediate fan. The accident bashed in the Beemer front and back badly enough that it couldn't be driven, but my daughter and I were fine.
I know... this has nothing to do with what this thread is really about... but it was a big wheel on the highway.