This summer I took up biking.  We are so fortunate to live right by a “rails to trails” path which connects two of our cities.  The path is a gorgeous tree-lined trail which extends 15 miles through rural Northern Michigan.  Every bike ride brings with it a new adventure.  There’s always turtles at the pond, snakes who quickly scurry across the path and, occasionally, a deer stops for a quick pic. Well, last Monday was quite an adventure in a different-sort-of-way.  Two miles into my bike ride, I blew a tire.  Oh, boy.  That has never happened.  Fortunately, I was with my dad who is an avid biker.  Little did I know that pack he always carries on the back