Last fall hubby, friend and I went for a long ride. We had left a small farmer's cafe and were headed to the next town when our friend's tires flatted. And being the weight weenie that he was, he didn't carry any extra tubes. So I pulled my tubes and changed the flat (I've been chosen to be the team mechanic ). He jumps back on the bike and he flatted again. So I change the other tube and use the last air cartridge. Guess what? He flatted. Hubby has no tubes to share, we're out of air cartridges and didn't bring the air pump. And we're out where there is no cell service. So I elect to jump on my bike and race 25 miles back to the car.

As I'm zipping along my tank is running out of juice because I didn't account for the extra calories I'd burn on a cool day. So I start looking around and notice there are alot of duck hunters out. I figured I could get to the car much quicker if I could hitch a ride with the right person. I spotted a clean cut guy that was sitting in a really nice pickup so I figured I'd take my chances. So I flagged him down, asked if I could have a ride, and he was more than happy to assist. He carefully laid my bike in the back of the pickup and drove me to my car. I headed back to pick up the guys and they were more than relieved to get back to civilization.

There are perks with living in a small rural town.