The previous evening we had an excellent dinner and stimulating conversation with our host, David (thanks again!). We were off early the next morning on a bicycle path toward Las Vegas. It was gloriously free of auto and truck traffic, but well used by other cyclists (kudos to the cities of Boulder City, Henderson and Las Vegas for installing some great trails).
Lady luck was not with us as Sarah had another flat. The punctures seem like a daily occurrence recently and were becoming tiresome. The rubber on our wheels was getting worn and a bit cracked, almost certainly contributing to the proliferating patches on our tubes.
So, on our way into Vegas we stopped off at an REI store and swapped out all four with new Continental Travel Contact tires (something to consider the next time you bet on us getting a flat).
Our impromptu bicycle maintenance clinic outside of the store attracted some minor attention. While forming an assembly line to remove old tires and fit the new ones, we answered the standard questions from the onlookers: where are you coming from, where are you going, how long will it take?
Afterwards we were off on another bicycle path towards our hotel and casino where we had three simple goals in mind: eat as much as we possibly could, try not to lose too much money at the tables and enjoy the benefits of four walls and plumbing for a few consecutive days.