On the way back to the office after her appointment we got a flat tire. Russell was at a company lunch and had ridden with someone else so he couldn't come to our rescue. (I still love you baby). We managed to hobble across to a gas station to see if the tire would hold air. It did. Turns out it's another air valve injury, but a different tire. It held just long enough for us to make it Sam's. They fixed it for free, just like they did in Tennessee, last time I injured an air valve. A couple of weeks ago I got a letter from Ford saying that air valves were faulty on the tires. Really? I'm not sure yet, I still have 2 good ones, so we'll see before I jump to conclusions.
Ging had fun sliding and dancing up and down the tire aisles and then we walked around Sam's for an hour. But that turned out to be good because I found lots of good stuff I didn't even know we needed.
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