So we finally have a bright sunny day in New England. I set out early planning to do at least a 50 miler. I was feeling great, moving along at a decent pace, enjoying the beautiful scenery and morning sunshine. I had just come down a hill at 28 mph and decided to stop for a few seconds to admire the view. As I was braking I heard a loud explosion. A man in a pickup turned around becasue he thought I had been shot, it was that loud.
My tire exploded. Not just the tube but the entire tire shredded. I had to call for a ride. I was a bit surprised that I was passed by at least 6 solo cyclists while I was waiting and not one asked if I was OK.
I brought the bike to the shop and won't be able to get it back until Tuesday. I am going to miss out riding on the first nice weekend in ages.



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(that thought always crosses my mind, and I ended up scrubbing off speed--hit 35 once). This happened to my DH while we were riding a side trail through a wildlife area. I was halfway to the ground--hitting the deck to avoid the crossfire when I realized he was stopped ahead of me with a flat. After that incident, he zip ties a spare tire to his frame for longer rides. (He had to carry his bike to the closest trail head, while I hauled a@#$% the opposite direction UPHILL to get the car). He had a group gathered around when I got to the trailhead--guess he painted quite a picture with his bike slung over his shoulder coming out of the woods from a side trail 

Funny. I actually have a necklace that has a bike with an angel standing next to it. My two friends and I bought them for ourselves, because a guy in our club started calling us his angels, like from Charlie's Angels, and we started calling him Bosley. 