Damsel in Distress

This morning while riding on key biscayne i got a flat. Oh I've changed many a flat tire in my day (okay, three), but this flat was a bit different. It was the BACK wheel...that's right, the one with the derailleur on it...whatever that means. :)

So i am on the side of the road sulking, and thinking how the heck am i going to do this all by myself. (I mean, i've seen it done a few times, but there is a big difference between seeing and doing.) Enter Andre. Thank God for Andre. He was riding by and asked if i needed help. With my tail between my legs i said yes. Not more than ten minutes later, my tire is changed, i'm back on my bike and Andre is riding off into the sunset. Oh...wait...it was morning, but you get the point. He helped me. I am thankful.
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