Mine's not quite as good as yours. A couple months ago I set off on what was supposed to be a double century. Forty miles out my rear tire blew out. I had been meaning to check on it before this ride because it was almost two months old, but I didn't. Since it was still dark, I didn't notice that the blow out had torn through the vectran layer as well as the rubber. Less than a mile after I changed tubes I got another blow-out. As things went from bad to worse, I found that I only had one patch in my kit. As I pumped up my patched tube I managed to break off the valve stem. I limped towards home with all of 40 PSI in the rear tire and hoping to get to the nearest place with cell phone coverage (23 miles away) before the tire went flat. I actually got within eight miles of home before the tire was unrideable. While doing the walk of shame, another cyclist gave me his spare tube. Unfortunately, it also had a hole in it. As I resumed walking, a nice young woman gave me a lift two miles to where my wife agreed to meet me with a tire, tube and patches.

All in all, I had a great time and was assisted by two total strangers and was offered a wheel by a person who worked at the feed store where my wife met me. Missing out on the pain of an early Spring double was a small price to pay for having my faith in the generosity and kindness of my fellow travelers restored. Maybe my luck is as good as yours after all.