The saying when it rains, it pours is often used when things go from bad to worse. Today, one of the guys in our group got a flat tire right before the Powell bridge on Key Biscayne and he came to the restaurant about 15 minutes after we arrived. When we left, the same tire went flat again on Virginia Key and this time, we were stopped for close to 25 minutes.
Then it was my turn as we approached downtown Coconut Grove and glad it was the front tire, my first flat on the new bike.
Wait, not done. Ray rode part of the way back with his cardiologist who confirmed to everyone that Ray has no heart. When we stopped to fix the second flat tire, he took off but I caught him in Coral Gables on the side of the road waiting for a ride. He had two flats -- one he had fixed already and the other was still flat. His ride arrived minutes after I got there.
Today it rained hard all through the area for about 5 minutes and a lot of glass or shards come up from the asphalt. Having that many flat tires in one 50 mile trip is unusual.
Two weeks from today we begin the journey, driving to Jacksonville.
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