I did have some trouble though. I misread my GPS and went off-course. The terrain was tight pine forest and I was too far committed when I realized my mistake. Instead of backtracking, I tried to cut my own trail up a hill in the forest in order to save time. Bad decision! Trees down everywhere! I jumped two trees just fine, but the third got me, and the bike went down. Turns out in Arizona, the pine trees have many branches that each break off and make sharp edges. :( Why can't they make trees like they do in Indiana? So I pick up the bike, and gas is pouring out of the side of the tank and onto my leg. Punctured.
So I McGuyver'd it. Here's my bubble gum "fix". Quotation marks means the stream of gas went from looking like a horse peeing to a slow trickle. I went 92.3 miles more and finished the day! Sorry, Allyn, about your bike. I'll get you a new tank. What a good lesson learned though! What fun!
Your right! Dad
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