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.