This morning, Kathy’s front tire was a little soft. I added some air and noted to check on it. This afternoon it was very soft. I pulled five thorns from her front tire. Apparently onlyone made it as far as the opposite side of the tube. I replaced the tube–again–and patched the one I took out. That’s three flats for her so far. None for me.
I just jinxed myself, didn’t I?
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