Funny stories today. This morning, my front tire was squeaking and driving me crazy. I stopped at a gas station to see if they knew any nearby bike shops. One of the workers drove me there. Quite a character. He would turn on red lights, then assure me itwas ok, because this was the country. So, we get to the shop, and the guy is literally 90 years. I don't think he'd seen a mountain bike before. He just kind of stared at the gears for a while, before giving up. Ah country life!