I had another Good Samaritan experience, this one a little more interesting. First of all, I had a flat again before I ever left for my ride with my friends yesterday. The same tire that was changed on my last ride. We fixed it, but about 7 miles into the ride, going uphill .... thump, thump, thump. It was flat again!!! (Taking my bike to LBS today, by the way. Getting new tires and having them check it out for me.)

Anyways, since we were so close to my friends house, where we started, and it was pretty much all downhill, I had hoped that if I simply put air in the tire, it would get me back.

But the funny part is, right after I stopped and got off my bike, I heard a honk and looked to see my pastor waving to me as he rolled by the opposite direction with a car behind him. I pushed my bike up to where my friend had stopped and, as I suspected, Pastor Danny pulled up behind me shortly thereafter, to see if everything was okay. (He rides, too, by the way ... we even sucked him into trading up his ancient cobweb filled bike for a decent newer one!) I was about to put the air in and must have at least "appeared" to look competent, so he went ahead and left to get to the gym. I laughed and told Dawn, "Another 'guy' stopped to help!" Who'd a thought it would be Pastor Danny?!

Of course, 100 feet down the road, the air was gone and we had to replace the tube ... again. Three guys came zooming by downhill as we changed it and asked if we needed help. I yelled, "We're good!", and waved them on, which I think they were happy to do.

I'm off to the LBS now!!!