Take on the blown tire

I have flown nearly a half a million miles in the last decade but
never before have inexperienced a blown-tire. As we taxi from the
terminal, our pilot announced that we were ready for take-off.
Knowing the airport well enough, I knew that meant one or two more
turns and then we'd be barreling down the runway at 100 miles per
hour.

So now we sit on the runway like I'm sitting on the shoulder of I80
except something tells me this is not a case where the pilot lays on
his back, finds the little cut-out in the frame and cranks up the
plane to pop on the spare allowing us to be off in a NASCAR minute

MLIA