Greg, my close personal friend, arrived at 8:30 as promised. Why was the tire flat? A deer antler had punctured it. By 9:15 I was tooling down the road to plow the first field. It was done in time for me to stop at The Little House for lunch. Sinai lies between the fields. So far so good.
After lunch I began plowing the second field. About an hour into that task the tire was again flat. Frustrating as it was I chose to call it adventure. Miles from town I called my close personal friend the banker and he came and got me. Now that I have Greg's cell phone I called him, and skipped the shop, to announce my predicament. He was forty miles away but he said he'd call when he finished his current project.
It wasn't long before another close personal friend from the same shop called to say he'd come. By 5:00 the tire was again repaired. The culprit this time was a rusty spot in the rim that rubbed a hole in the tube. While he was working I found another shed, deer antler, in the corn field.
At least the tire saga gives me something to write about. 😀
Takk for alt,
Al
The shed I found while the tire was being repaired.
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