So tonight we took a stroll across the bridge. The other side, the dark side, proved to be quite the competitor. Chazy suffered a rear flat about 2 miles in. After walking to a gas station to fill the new tube, we continued on to the "Silver Dollar" bar to take in a little Fuzz and the Guns.

After listening to Fuzz throw out some tasty licks, we saddled up. At this point, Chazy notice that his front tire was flat now. Since he replaced his back tube earlier, I gave him my backup tube for his front tire. We, the four of us, walked down the alley to the nearest gas station and Chazy proceeded to replace the punctured tube. Back on the road, we did not make it but a mile before Chazy got another flat. Three in the same night! What the Fuck! Out of tubes, he was forced to either walk or call for a ride. He pulled out the telecom and pushed some buttons. We left him to continue on. Due to a heavy head wind and some sleet, the remaining troops made some must needed PBR stops until eventually we parted ways (north or south). It was a good Friday night.

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