Good for you to keep on bicycling. Many folks would be rocking on the porch.

A story about Nevada:

Many, many years ago - I was still in High School, so it must have been around 1956 - a group of us went camping about Easter - headed to a ghost town named, I believe, Goldfield, or Goldpoint NV. We went camping through Death Valley (DV will freeze your butt off in the winter at night). Somewhere along the way the 1953 Ford started acting up so we pulled into Tonopah, NV, and the guy there said we had a cracked carburetor. (For you 50 year-olds, the carburetor mixed air and gas and got the mixture into the cylinders and was replaced by fuel injectors). Anyway, the guy at the junkyard replaced the carburetor with one from a wrecked car and charged us a grand total of $5.00. Praise be to NV!!

Pedal on!!