I got on the bike to ride to work today. It was close to 50 degrees but I still wore my new jacket (too warm, really, for this tempereature) and happily cruised passed a pair of Great Horned Owls just as the sky was getting light, with plenty of time to get to work and change clothes before the 7:30 am meeting. I turned the corner on the path, not even 4 miles in, and BANG! My tire blew out. I am not blaming my husband for pumping up my tires (even though this is the second time this has happened in a month), especially since he generously got in to the car and picked me up and took me to work. (And brought me an extra tire and tube just to be sure). I'm hoping the ride home will be less eventful.