…that’s what I told my bike when she got two broken spokes, one flat tire, and we were 18 miles from the nearest town (did I mentioned that it was raining?)
And she didn’t … Slowly but shortly we were able to get to Goleta – a town north of Santa Barbara … We got to the first bike shop I saw, and she was fixed ….
We cruised the town of Santa Barbara…and we even saw a wedding at the beach…
Now she is happy and ready to roll like a champ to the Mexican border…
67 miles to Carpinteria
Maricon que paso que tiene la bicicleta toda desarmada??? bueno que chimba que ya esta llegando.