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Broken promises don't upset me. I just think, why did they believe me?
Jack Handy

Well, Sara didn't make it for the ride this morning. I don't know what happened*. Bev and I took the ride I intended to do. We didn't get to go as far as I would have liked. Whompus developed a problem. On a sharp incline I heard a noise and suddenly we lost a chain. The freewheel I bought from Nashbar broke. It froze up and wouldn't allow the rear wheel to turn freely. So we had to keep pedaling to keep the rear cog turning so we wouldn't jam the chain and have a wreck. Of course each ride we take is an adventure. We got in 60 minutes of riding. You could let yourself be disappointed, but the trees were especially beautiful out there today. I can't recall more beautiful colors ever! With the overcast skies helped make the leaves even brighter. The drive from 148 back to Sylacauga was as good as the Blue Ridge Parkway last month.

*Sara finally called her Mother. Seems she was out too late and spent the night elsewhere. Obviously she didn't get up till noontime. How incredibly thoughtless and inconsiderate to not let someone know that you won't be coming. She has been critical of Becky because she failed her promise to come to her dance recitals or invite her to come spend time there. She'd be guilty of the same failing! If her intention was to be hurtful, she succeeded.

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