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Day 35 with Tilda-Hilda


The other night I dreamt that Tilda-Hilda had two flat tires. I asked the Husband what that could mean.

"I don't know," he said. "Maybe it has to do with the car tires we're going to buy."

I hope so. Knock on wood that Tilda-Hilda doesn't ever get two flat tires at the same time.

Just before I went out the door this morning, the Mama called out to me from her bedroom. I peeked in and told her I was going for a ride.

She sat up in bed. "Don't go far," she said.

"I won't."

The dream. The Mama's warning. A sky that looked like it could rain. Maybe I shouldn't go out, I thought. But, it had been two days since the last ride. And, my appetite has been up lately. So, out the door I went.

Tilda-Hilda and I pedaled for 78 minutes, roaming around 14.5 miles, today. No flats. Okay, I didn't pay attention to the Mama. But, I did turn around on one road when I saw a Confederate flag.


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  1. I impressed you never get flats. Your bike is amazing.

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    1. Tilda-Hilda does get flats. The last one was in May. I look at Tilda-Hilda's tires either after or before we go on a ride. I dig out goat heads, glass, and pebbles a lot so she can stay amazing. :-)

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  2. I am glad you did not go down that one road-you trusted your instincts

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    1. They were probably good people. But, just in case.

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