Yesterday, while we were checking out Exeter, a woman asked how many flats we have had. Her husband immediately dragged her off saying that her comments would jinx us.
The answer to her question yesterday was two. The answer as of today is three, which is how we ended up next to this entry in the International Submarine Race.
Monica had two flats in the space of a couple miles this morning. While looking for the cause of the second one, I realized that a problem with Monica's brake was causing the flats. Unfortunately, it was a problem that I couldn't fix with the tools in our bags.
Shortly after a third flat, we came upon this submarine. Any place with a submarine probably has a socket wrench set, right?
