"Steve B" wrote:

Went to Vegas over the weekend. Picked up a rescue dog at the shelter.

Came out to get in the truck, and heard a hiss. Well, my wife did, I'm
practically deef. 1/4" bolt sticking out of 12 o'clock high on the tire,
right in the middle.

Drove two blocks to a yellow and turquoise colored Llantas Reparado shop and
had it fixed in 15 minutes for $10. 6:50 Saturday afternoon. Drove five or
six miles through dense city to get to Interstate, and didn't pass another
open tire store.

If my wife hadn't noticed that, it would have gone out on the Interstate.


1977, I was on a bicycle in Hiroshima. On a lark we decided to borrow bicycles and ride
from Iwakuni to Hiroshima. I get a flat with out a repair kit 30+ miles from home in a
foreign land. Strange thing was there was a guy near by that made a living fixing
bicycles. Reasonably priced!.

Of course we did this trip to save money on one of the hottest days in Japan's history.
The money I spent on juice at road side stands to stay hydrated would have more than paid
for a ride on the train. I couldn't pass a water fountain for days after that trip.

Wes