Shit happens. Oh well I can still buy tires at the hardware store in the village 10 miles east for nine dollars and tubes for five.
New tire, new tube, old wheel, old spokes and old pie plate. I've left the pie plate on because it seem to piss some bike snobs off and set me apart as what they call a "Fred" I think. I'm not going to look it up because I don't care. The wheel is the original, as is the front, heavier than hell steel and is straight, true and 36 years old. The spokes are rusty and pitted but I have only broken one and they have taken a lot of abuse these last 6 years.
Off to the store to get more rotgut.
This beautiful blue gray kitten showed up for breakfast a few mornings ago. A fat happy cat.
The next door neighbor and the new kitten seem to like each other so it moved on. Fickle and knows a sucker when he sees one.