Flat Tire

On our way to the Adirondack Wool and Art Festival yesterday  we ran over a big hunk of metal on Main Street in Cambridge and got a flat tire.

So we pulled onto a side street, called AAA and while we waited for them to come and change our tire, I picked up egg sandwiches at the Round House Cafe and we sat on a park bench, conveniently close to the car, to eat breakfast.

I got this picture, a reflection in the cars bumper, as the guy from AAA was fixing the flat.


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