We're not in the Friendly Midwest anymore...

Yesterday I decided to ride my sweet Huffy 10-speed bicycle to work. You know, it's a fun way to get a little exercise and save some money too. Anyway, on the way home I was really having trouble getting up to speed. Just as I was begining to question my manhood, I noticed my back tire was flat. So, I called my awesome wife Tiff, and she jumped in the van to come pick me up. I was still about 10 miles away at this point, so I started walking along the road while watching for Tiff to come from the other direction. It's a very busy road during rush-hour, with lots of traffic in both directions. As I'm walking, pushing my bike, literally hundreds of cars are passing by, none of them slowing down or even moving over to give me a little room. I couldn't help but think of the time I ran out of gas halfway between Slater and Ames, and all three of the cars that came along stopped and asked if I needed help. That's right, all three of the three total cars that were on the road stopped. Much nicer than the 0 for 542 that I scored here. Welcome to Pennsylvania!!