That can’t be a good sound, pt 2
We’re in Holland, Michigan this evening. Today’s ride was mostly up the Blue Star highway, which is a moderately well travelled route, which only sometimes has a shoulder. The best parts of the day were when we got off that route onto backspace. We had lunch in New Haven, which not only had a bikestore where my brother cod buy the gloves he’s been missing, but also a nice Mexican restaurant.
Instead of an afternoon milkshake, we indulged in one of the many fruit stands along the way, and had fresh peaches and blueberries.
Five miles from Holland State Park’s campsite, I heard the same sound my front tire made just outside of Lewiston, Montana: my reactors had blown. This time, however it was because I had worn out the tread. Perhaps 2250 miles of cross country riding was all I should have expected from a wheel! Last time this happened, I borrowed a tire from Alex. This time, I had the spare I had picked up in Minot, and was back on the road in 15 minutes. I’m hoping tomorrow doesn’t involve more mechanical difficulties, and that the promised tailwind appears. Riding into a north wind for two days has gotten old.