...and full of unseen sharp objects that cause flat tires! Today we had six, yes SIX, flat tires. How is that possible you ask? Well, we are still trying to figure it out. We found very small, sharp rocks each time we changed a flat. And not only did we have the flats, they all happened in what is the WORST thunderstorm I have ever biked in. The lightning seemed like it was right on top of us at times!
Have you ever tried to repair a puncture in the rain? Well, don't even bother. It is impossible. Just as we were trying to figure out our options along came a motor home (often the nemesis of bikers due to their large size, big mirrors, and sometimes inattentive drivers). Alison flagged the driver, they pulled over, and I ran up to them hoping I could just sit inside and get a dry place to patch the tube. The people were from Quebec, spoke little English, but when I showed them the tube they understood. The inner tube gods must have been smiling on us as they had a spare tube just the size we needed!
We got that tire back on (flat number five), and headed down the road in the driving rain and howling wind, just to have another on Alison's bike go flat. We saw a town about a mile ahead. Sonia and I rode there hoping, again, for a dry place to patch the tube. Alison and Gus pushed the bike to town and met us. Again, the tube gods smiled as the rain stopped, the sun came out, we found a small mini-mart to buy a couple of cold Cokes, and I was able to patch the tube. The rest of the ride was a breeze with good tires, a tailwind, and a lot of down-hill.
The quote of the day inspired the title of this post. Sonia said, "Hell must be a very rainy place"!
Today we are in Wolf Point, Montana. Just two more days and we hit state number four, North Dakota.