<human>: Can you condense the text into three sentences or less?

So we were driving to our relatives who live in Illinois, in a small town 5 hours away from where I live. The first two hours were fine, but then, we heard a ding, and started slowing down. We pulled over the the shoulder, and were figuring out what happened, and what to do. We had three kids (I'm including myself), a baby, my parents, a dog, two bikes attached to the car, and one of those luggage things that sit on the top of your car. There were those huge shipping rigs flying past us, and shaking the car with every one that passed. We were in the middle of fucking nowhere, and I was starting to panic. My father decodes to drive down the shoulder to a hotel maybe an hour away. The engine worked, but the cars computer thought something was wrong with it, and only allowed so much power to move our car along. At most, we were traveling 40 mph, but the speed started decreasing slowly. We made it to the hotel with no casualties, excluding one. We discovered our front right tire was flat. Here we all are, midnight, at a small hotel, discovering all of this. My mother was pissed, so I had to hide my amusement. Yesterday, we made it to our relatives house, our engine turning out perfectly fine, just a glitch in the system, and one hell of an ugly replacement tire.
<bot>: The gods of driving were mad at my family (who may possibly have relations to the Griswolds) and decided to screw with our engine, and bestow upon us one flat wheel.