see, it's like this: out in the sticks of illi-nwah (illinois....like the french folk mite call it ;-) ), i heard a thumping sound. turned out my RR tire blew and i had to take all my owns outta the trunk to get the spare tire with 15psi in it, the jack with no speed handle to attatch to the speed handle loop, and the foot-pump whose plunger anchoring nut had gone missing.
but, the 3in. bolt that held the spare tire helped lift the car marvelously, a loose nut from the license plate held the footpump together, and with a little time, the spare was on (with 30psi), the flat was in the trunk with the rest of my stuff, and i was only 30 miles from mt. vernon, il, where i found a walmart to put 2 new on the rear and best old tire to spare.
got back in my car and turned on k-love talking about Mark Shultz biking across america, said "sometimes it's something that doesn't seem so safe at first, but it's in God's will and we're over His safety net.
and the whole trip's been pretty much like that. i'm now eating at the taco bell on western ave. that i ate at just about a month ago today. bout to put a powerful hurtin' on some double decker tacos and then call that potential landlord to see if i can look at the place today :-) tomorrow, i wanna look at some area schools if things pan out al-*tummy grumbles*...i gotta go ;-)
::Mike::
