Originally Posted by
Brian Ratliff
Ever had a razor blade cut your tire almost in half? Cell phones are nice. Took one look at the damage and called for the wife. Saved me a few miles of walking and/or a crazy MacGyver-esqe repair attempt with a popcan that I was seriously considering. Actually, I could have probably found some change, a phonebooth, and made the call, but seriously, having a cellphone saved a lot of trouble.
I've got a Tracfone, bought it several years ago specifically for riding. I've only used it once, on a commute into work, I flatted the front tire. Normally I would have repaired it but it was snowing pretty good and my heart just wasn't into it that morning. Called the honey wagon.
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This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.