As the desert sky was transitioning from pink to black, storm clouds off the horizon seemed to foreshadow pending doom.
SNAP ---- . . . dang!
My chain broke, leaving me to a hike-a-bike back to my trusty old Ford truck.
With the wind blowing the storm clouds my direction, I took comfort in knowing that I had gotten out of much worse situations in the past.
Pushed on by the thought that my wife be a widow and my daughter fatherless. I conjured up the strength to push onward.
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Wow, that was close. I glad you made it out of the desert with only a broken chain and a scare. At least if you had made it your family would have had a record of your last moments on earth.
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