YaYa and I were driving into the parking lot of the high school that backs up onto a nice dirt running path. YaYa’s bike was loaded in the van, and I was set for a run.
Pop!
The sound was unmistakable. We lost our enthusiasm for our adventure as we saw the glass fly. I pulled into a parking spot, feeling stupid. How could I have not seen the glass in the parking lot? I crossed my fingers as I opened my door to check my tires. I didn’t even have to get out of the car. As soon as the car door opened, I heard a loud his-s-s-s-s.
I looked over at YaYa. He frowned and said, “I don’t think that we are going to be bike riding and running today.” We had been excited about our New Year’s Eve adventure, but our ballon of excitement was quickly deflating.
I called AAA, and then we waited. I tried to stay positive. At least I didn’t have to change the tire.
While we waited, I pulled YaYa’s bike out of the van. He rode around the parking lot while we waiting. I warned him to watch out for the glass. It was all over the parking lot. As YaYa rounded up his enthusiasm, the road service guy showed up. He removed our flat tire, replaced it with the spare tire, and inflated it to the proper air pressure. As he drove away, he wished us a Happy New Year.