Cory was a gem and fixed my bike up all purdy. He borrowed his brothers super fancy bike, called mom, and we were off!
We got nearly 2.5 miles into it and "pop"! There went my front tire.
And finally- my knight and shining husband guy!
Guess what? Oh his way back, BOTH his tires blew!! Eventually my mom passed him, so he hopped on her bike. About an hour and a half later we made it home.
I think my bike hates me.