. About 5 miles down the road my ride started feeling a little wobbly so I pulled over to find my tire was going flat. We hobbled back to a gas station and after trying to keep air in it, decided to call roadside assistance. While waiting for them to show up, Gene ran his bike home and brought the car back. When he got back he talked to a motorcycle guy who lives right around the corner from us. He may have found a new riding buddy.
Okay, well, being the Pollyanna that I am, here's the upside of plans gone astray. I did't get hurt. My bike is still in one piece. It wasn't raining. We met some nice people while waiting at the gas station. We were not in the middle of nowhere. I got home in time to shower and go on to my next plans for the day.
Gene and I were talking on the way home and the truth is we have always been very lucky with our road mishaps and, trust me, we've had our share. But we also reasoned that we've had more than our share because we spend an inordinate amount of time on wheels ~ tires are bound to go flat or blow. So, I count this morning as just another experience in adventure that I can tuck under my belt. The tow truck driver got to chit chat with a nice old guy and we didn't have to pay a dime out of our pocket for the tow home. Shoot ~ I call that a pretty good day!