The comedy of errors continued unabated. I put a different tire on and it was tighter (thanks Continental) so I got it to seat. Then I put in the sealant and knocked over the jug with my toe, coating my shoe. I rinsed it off but by then it was 9 and my shoe was squishy and I was late already without even setting off. So I took the truck. MTB tomorrow finally
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Genesis 49:16-17
"Well, well!" said Holmes, impatiently. "A good cyclist does not need a high road. The moor is intersected with paths and the moon is at the full."