Getting nailed in Fond du Lac

My gypsy wedding tour has come to a grinding halt in Fond du Lac, where an itinerant nail has found its way into my front tire. What is this affinity that my tires have for nails, I ask. The last time it was in Santa Rosa, thus a free ride to Santa Fe. That was good. I’d never been there before.

All is not lost, however. I missed the cold weather by being holed up in a hotel room waiting for maintenance, since I haven’t been able to find a front Metzler — to match the newly-installed rear — in a timely manner.

The wedding is toast now, since I’m a day’s ride away.

I’ll be heading back home, the fast way.

3 thoughts on “Getting nailed in Fond du Lac

  1. Yes, me too. I was really looking forward to this event, believe me. Oh well. I got a good ride out of it, and found a new road to appreciate.

  2. well the title had me a bit excited to begin with (pervables & all that), but I’m sorry to see you actually got nailed in the tire instead & missed the wedding.

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