I was playing a little cat and mouse game with a man named Skeet, I assumed and hoped we would continue that for the remainder of the day. At mile 30 you enter back into town briefly and head back out for an 82-mile loop. As I entered town, I could see the moms and my uncle who drove in from Tampa. Suddenly there was a loud bang and I knew I was in trouble. My tire had blown out.
Moms worry, that's what they do.
The next 5 hours for them was painful at best awaiting my return to the transition. As I inflated the 2nd tube, I saw where the tube was pinching through where the tire and rim had split. This was a tough fix. I have had several flats. A spectator who felt bad over my plight gave me a dollar.