It didn't begin well, Friday night I discovered my car had a flat tire. Finding that out Saturday morning would have been especially disappointing. Peter, my saviour, came over and fixed it and ever the police officer, he lent me his car since mine had the temporary tire and he was concerned about me going over 50 miles per hour.
But all's well that ends well - who cares about the 6 miles of hills at the 80th mile marker! What a great day.
I hate bananas and that is often what is offered at rest stops! Thank God for Luna Bars.
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