There are no flapjacks on the open road

Needless to say... I slept in
I ended up getting on the road around 10ish. Within 2 minutes I had sprung a leak in my front tire. It wasn't such a big deal, I just had to much stuff. So the Wonderful Josh came to my rescue and lightened the load. It was great for a while after that. Not to much traffic and a few fellow cyclist asked what I was up to. To I told. Once I reached the long and winding number 1, I was hassled by many flats. Many. Once I reached my last patch I phoned up the Amazing Josh. Josh left work. Got new great tires, tubes and once again he came to my rescue.

Needless to say, I love my new tires

Unfortunately, the whole ordeal cost me about 4 hours (this doesn't include waking up super late). I am nowhere near my destination. So I thought I would camp. No big deal, right? Wrong. I passed the last one. The next one Is pretty close to destination Val's cabin. Crap. So I just keep going. And hope for the best.

Then

I spot a wolf

A Hungry, mean, fast, ferocious, king of the highway; wolf.

A car stops. A nice car. I think it was benz... But all sporty. the man and the woman tell me that they came back around to see if I was okay. They were worried, "that wolf was coming right at you, it looks like it's hunting". So some stupid city folk freak me out and I let it get to me (by the way, the wolf was not hungry, not for me anyway).

Val is now picking me up.

I feel lame

I lost already

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