Today was the "free day" - free of lectures! So I quit the company of my fellows, and did what romantic poets are supposed to do: commune with nature.
Nature responded by drenching me with wonderful thunderstorms. Twice.
I did my communing on a mountain bike. No poet of yore owned such a contraption, but I believe that Lord Byron would have approved.
I took a trail from Ashland, MD to York, PA. It's about 82 miles round trip.
Half way back, just after 6 PM, I realized that my back tire had gone flat.
Fortunately, I had just passed a bicycle shop with an "OPEN" sign.
The lady of the shop took a look. It turned out my tire had a thorny problem. Literally. 2 of them.
Thorns are Mother Nature's spears.
I saved them both as souvenirs.
She tried to nail me, but she failed.
Technology, again, prevailed.