Blowing a tire.

July 29, Middlefield.

I blew a tire on the way this morning, had to slow to a crawl and wait for somewhere where I could pull up to the side of the road, and of course this was a highway with no shoulder, nowhere to stop and intense traffic. I went about a mile before finding a place (Fridman had preceded me there, and Castro and the mechanics' truck followed,) a rapidly growing tail of vehicles behind me, amazing how long a mile can seem.