We hitchhike (see me, below) to a very nice man's (Curt's) home, where we blow out his tire he donates, taken out of his own bike.
Curt drops us elsewhere to hitchhike to another city, hopefully one with a bike shop. We realize our precious tarp has been left at Curt's house, and he is now unreachable.
We are picked up by a very very nice man by the name of Larry (see above), who quickly performs the miracle of the day. He picks us up, buys us a hotel room, and offers to deliver us tubes from Pueblo!
What did I say?
I said, "He picks us up, buys us a hotel room, and offers to deliver us tubes from Pueblo!" and then I started chanting U S A ! U S A ! U S A ! U S A !
!!!THIS JUST IN!!!
The miracle streak of the day has just been extended!
The only bike shop here in La Junta, CO closed recently. The owner has moved on, but still lives in town. Curt gives us his number from the phone book!
We call him to ask for tubes, a shot in the dark. We finally get a hold of him, and he has tubes! Not only that, he invites us over for a spaghetti dinner! Yes, I can't believe it either!
We just returned from dinner with him and his lovely family. Chris and his clan are full of wonderful stories and spirit. I could go on and on but its a bit late. Anyhoo, we really enjoyed tonight and will never forget it!
So here we are in our hotel, eating cookies and chilling on AC and watching Olympic table tennis and living in the best country in the world and dreaming about the upcoming funderstorms approaching the Midwest. Life is cherished.
