I have been off at a cottage in Canada for the last week and out of range of the internet, cell phones, everything. But I did borrow a bike. A couple of days ago I went for a ride on a local trail. About twelve kms in I punctured. Its’ becoming a habit. I was on a borrowed bike. I was on a remote trail. There was a saddle bag but no spare tube or patch kit and no pump on the bike. I had no money on me, and I did not take a cell phone. So I walked – for 12 kms. A victory for existentialism.