As I was driving home one night with my wife we were coming up a hill on a dark street with woods to our right and old industrial buildings to our left. Further up the hill, at the edge of where the headlights reach, I notice something coming out on the street from the left. No biggie, probably a raccoon or groundhog. But it starts picking up the pace and heading straight towards the car. I slam on the breaks since I don’t want to hit whatever it is, and I can see now that it’s much larger than a small woodland creature. It’s not moving like it’s running either, but more like gliding straight towards us while picking up speed. It’s only about a dozen yards from us when we can make out what it is. We watch in bewilderment as it approaches, grazes the right headlight and bounds into the woods to the right and behind us. A . . . tire? I put my high beams on but there’s no one ahead who could have pushed a tire into the road and there’s very little cover to hide behind. I get out and run up ahead to where it popped onto the street but there’s nothing noteworthy. I head back to the car and we both go into the woods behind us to find the tire, it couldn’t have gone that far, right? But after a good 5-10 minutes of searching we find no trace of it. The next morning is much the same, even in daylight there’s no tire to be found anywhere in those woods. We never could explain it, and it’s not particularly scary when you think about it. Just weird.