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I hear ya man.

Fifteen miles into a 30 mile paved trail out in the boonies, (Van Fleet trail for you central floridians) I stopped for my first break. Noticed a sand spur sticking out of my front tire, so I pulled it out. Wrong!! I mean, what did I expect??...Not for it to leak air??
No pump. No patch. No spare tube. No one else on the trail. No cell phone. No motor vehicles allowed.

I got on the bike and hammered, trying to make it back to the trailhead before it went completely flat. Made it seven miles back (at 18-20 mph) before it got too squirely to ride. Waited 20 minutes. Finally saw a chick on a MTB bike with a pump. She was sceptical to my plight, looking me up and down (I'm a guy. We are the only ones on the trail. She's a girl. - get it??)

Decides I'm legit. ($3000 Tommasini, $200 Diadoras, - dressed to kill) Lets me use her pump, which has two way head for presta. I pump the hell out of it. I hammer again. I hear lady behind me. "if you run out of air I'll be right behind you!" I waved and made it back to trailhead seven miles away. I wait for lady and offer her $10 bill for her assistance. She refuses. It would have been worth $100 to get me out of that fix.

~moral of story??

I would have been "crow bait" if it were'nt for that chick. Wino Ryder now has pump and spare tube, and patch kit.