Friday 13 August 2010

The 2 mile flat!

Almost at the finish line and whammy! A puncture. We look at eachother in disdain. The look in our eyes says it all. We begin to operate on the tire and as Ted hammers home the final PSi's into the tire. Baaaaaaaaaaaam, pop, the valve explodes. My heart sinks as I remember back to a week ago when in a desperate attempt to shed some weight Ted decided to throw away his old spare innertube. For 45 seconds I felt the sick you feel when you have just been kicked in the nuts. I thought we were going to have to hitch a ride back to town and pull the plug on reaching the border until the next day. Luckily to both our suprise he found the innertube we thought he had disposed of. So up and running, we continue south to the border crossing! The question is, "Do we ignore the constant advice against going into Tijuana for the night or do we retreat back like a pair of cowards into San Diego for our final night and closing party?".

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