Somewhere south of
La Plata
on the side of the road.
The first of two
bucked wheels and
more that a dozen
punctures.
While i was packing
a new spare tube
and a repair kit,
Senor Quixote had
an inner tube that
looked as old
as Adam.
Complete with a patchwork quilt of repairs already.
He assured me the tube was only a month old.
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