What sounds like a firecracker?
My tire blew out on my ride the other day. In all the years I’ve been riding this has never happened. I really thought someone had thrown a firecracker underneath me (that actually has happened to me many times before). The good news was I was only 1.25 miles out the door when the tube blew. The bad news is that it was on a busy route 202 and I was in my road shoes. Pushing the bike home wasn’t going to work without potentially trashing the rim. So I hoisted the bike to my shoulder and started home.
I got about .75 miles home when a woman with an SUV stopped and offered me a ride. I’m normally pretty cautious but she was female and there were 2 car seats in the back of the vehicle–so I decided it was a safe bet. She introduced herself as Kendra of California who was moving to Connecticut and staying with family in the area. After some friendly chit-chat I was thanking her profusely and grabbing the ‘cross bike to get my ride in.
I got out for another 45 minutes which wasn’t bad for a lunch hour ride. And I have Kendra to thank. There are still kind people in the world–Kendra is one of them! Thanks again!