Some adventures are questionable, like this one:
Returning from Sonora, I stopped at a gas station. The driveway is practically a block long, how can you miss it? A sweeping curve is not sweeping. It has an impediment, a curb. Pop! I hit the curb with my back right tire.
Road service arrived. Vic's guy was terrific.
He said, "Happens all the time. You think your back end will follow through. I've hit that same curb myself. That driveway was widened and they didn't do it right." True or not, he made me feel better about a lousy and expensive fix. He told me the tire got pinched and isn't fixable.
My consolation prize? A meltingly beautiful sunset. Life is beautiful.