Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends – The Beatles

My tubeless tire setup was in rough shape and has been getting worse over the last few days. Neither the front nor the rear tire could hold more than about 25 psi of air anymore and both had big chunks of the rubber gouged out. 2200+ miles of bicycle touring can do that and I was one big pothole from putting my bicycle out of commission. It’s not like there are many bicycle shops on my route. Fortunately, I did connect up with “Mr Bicycle” in Escanaba over the phone a few days ago and am now all set up with a new pair of burly Continental Gatorskins. When these kind of things happen, I realize how dependent I am on folks all across this country to help me complete this journey. When folks ask if I’m biking solo, I have to tell them that folks everywhere are helping me out.

Short day today at only 50 miles or so and it was really nice getting into town early and settling into a nice motel room. It reminded of all that I’m missing back home. Sometimes you don’t realize how good you have it until it’s gone.