Yesetrday, while riding home at a quicker pace than normal trying to beat the soaking rains coming, I noticed the broken neck of a Rolling Rock beer bottle and swerved my front tire around it, but just as quickly, I heard that awful sound, PSSSSSSSssssssssssssss. It had sliced my back tire. So the rains I tried so hard to miss, came down on me, and the cars when happily by splashing more water on me from an overloaded storm drain. I could only laugh while working. Others in here seemed to have bigger problems than me, although I would like to have bike lanes, along my ride.

Nice ride in, and since I had a summer of no flats, lets see how far I go this time. The rte 29 interchange is replete with broken whiskey and beer bottles, and they never seem to do away, and when they do, they are back just as quickly.