On my way home last weekend, while stopped in St. Louis, I noticed my tire had a little bit of cords showing. It was weird though because half of the tire had quite a bit of tread left, and on the other side it was already down to the cords. Unfortunately it was Sunday though, no shops were open, and I had to be home, so I had to ride on the tire another 120 miles until I got home. I know...I know...it was really stupid, but short of stabbing my tire and calling AAA, I didn't have a lot of options. I went about 60 mph the entire time, accelerated as slowly as I possibly could, and breathed a huge sigh of relief once my driveway came into view. The next morning I took the wheel off, grabbed the new tire that has been sitting in my garage, and drove down to the local shop to have them swap the tires out.
The funny part about this story is when I got to the local shop that changes my tire, the owner just laughed and pointed to a sign on the wall.
And the scary part of the story is that when I went to remove the bolts from the brake caliper so I could take off the rear wheel, I noticed the bolts were loose enough to remove with my fingers!!!

I definitely had someone looking out for me this weekend, and now I'm off to buy some Loctite (with a brand new tire, and freshly tightened bolts everywhere on the bike).