Filet-O-Tire

Swoosh-Swoosh-Swoosh-POW!  No more lame red striped tire.  Standing on the side of the road in 100 degree weather with a star shaped tear in my tire was quite the experience.  I contemplated making the dreaded call for a bailout, but I couldn't do it.  Instead, I jimmy-rigged a tire patch.  The silver lining was getting to stop every five minutes in the shadeless godforsaken desert on the climb back home to hand pump my tire once I ran out of Co2.  I'm sure my wife thought I was insane when I walked through the door with my rear wheel in my hand and a big grin on my face.

Those tires were lame anyways right?