I was huffing and puffing up Smoky Hill from Quincy. I felt horrible and I wasn't going very fast even though all of my effort. I looked down and I had a flat tire. So Friday, Mike had my bike in the family room for repair and Kenny could not stay away. He had bicycle grease from his nose to his toes. He wanted to help pump up the tire so he grabbed at the pump and jumped up and down. I didn't know a flat tire could be so entertaining.
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