We passed through the very friendly town of Quartzsite and stocked up
for the fast haul down I-10 towards Phoenix. About halfway along,
Jeff's bicycle's rear tire flatted about 10 times, from the steel
belting of truck tire blowouts. We couldn't reach the freeway's rest
stop, so as darkness fell we set up camp in the desert, near an exit.
Next morning (today), we set off early, and flew the last 60 or so
miles to the western edge of the sprawling Phoenix valley, where
Jeff's tire flatted a few more times. After breaking a tube valve on
his second tube, he needed a new tube, but the local shop didn't have
one to fit his bike. Instead of scavenging my own bike's parts, my
Stepdad graciously picked us up and drove us to my folk's house in
Scottsdale, on the other side of the Phoenix metropolis. Tomorrow we
will get the parts Jeff needs to fix his bicycle.
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