I forgot to inform all of you that last night was THE FIRST time we had a flat tire. After traveling so many miles, it was due time. Andy's rear tire got shards of glass from one of the shoulders we were on. Fortunately, there was a shelter that we could go under to get out of the rain, along with a bbq stand near by. So as Andy was figuring out the tire thing, I chatted it up with Dave, the chef of the joint. He talked about his cross country train hopping adventures at the mere age of 14, and I told him of our journey and soon to be vow exchange. As a wedding present he provided us with free bbq meals, some chili corn bread, beans and rice, and Andy's bbqchicken.

We were full, entertained, and about to leave with a fixed wheel, when Andy realized the front wheel was also flat. Though the first flat took awhile to replace, his second one received him status of bike mechanic. Yeah Andy!