I posted, I guess it was back in April, about riding my bike. I've been riding my bike into Jefferson City (about 4 miles) nearly every day (except when my brother and my dad were visitng) since then. I'm in way better shape than I was, and I think I've shaved about 10 minutes off my round trip time. I know I've lost about 8 pounds. Here is a picture of the bike in question (kitted out to go the Carson Newman library at the time, complete with a curious mimmoth.)
Yesterday I actually rode in twice. On the way home from the second trip, I was coming down the little hill just outside Jefferson City, trying to keep my speed up for the long run up to the traffic light at the turn for Jefferson Memorial Hospital. I saw the board—it has been lying on the shoulder for weeks. I'd always avoided it before, but this time I noticed it a bit late, and I was kind of tired---and I didn't swing wide enough around it. There was a loud pop, which I thought might be a piece of gravel, and then the bike got harder and harder to pedal. I got off and looked. The rear tire was flat. Flat like a pancake.
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braider! 
