6.24.2006
Chef Boyar-D'OH
(taken from Austin's journal)
We passed a church just a couple miles from Palmyra, so we turned around to ask if we could camp there. To turn, we enter a gravel patch. I go slowly and cautiously b/c it's gravel. All of a sudden, my wheel locks. I try once more to pedal, but no way - down I go, pretty hard. I'm quite confused about what happened. All of a sudden, Jon's laughing so hard he has a cramp and knot in his stomach. To my "What?" he just points. I look at my back tire, and wedged between the top of it and my panier rack is a can of Chef Boyardee Pepperoni Pizzaroli.
(Miraculously, the can had fallen off the back of the bike, been caught by the rotating back tire, travelled upwards without falling to the side, and was forced under the rack. Hardly reproduceable - picture coming soon)
We passed a church just a couple miles from Palmyra, so we turned around to ask if we could camp there. To turn, we enter a gravel patch. I go slowly and cautiously b/c it's gravel. All of a sudden, my wheel locks. I try once more to pedal, but no way - down I go, pretty hard. I'm quite confused about what happened. All of a sudden, Jon's laughing so hard he has a cramp and knot in his stomach. To my "What?" he just points. I look at my back tire, and wedged between the top of it and my panier rack is a can of Chef Boyardee Pepperoni Pizzaroli.
(Miraculously, the can had fallen off the back of the bike, been caught by the rotating back tire, travelled upwards without falling to the side, and was forced under the rack. Hardly reproduceable - picture coming soon)
