On the side of the road in front of some farm house in the middle of no where.
I told you Ed was with us, here's proof.
I told you we were out in the country when it died.
The cows serenaded us while we waited for Micheal to rescue me.
Next morning at Garco, Spenser helped settle me down and make sure I wasn't rushing through and missing something that would bite me later.
"So this one spins the wrong way huh?"
"Righty tighty, lefty loosey."
"Is this SUPPOSED to look like this?"
OK, that's enough. It's still painful to me to see anything on the inside on my baby. I guess after 30,000 trouble free miles she deserved a little attention. Stay tuned for more pics of running bikes :-)