Back at USAFA

I'm back in CO.
That was rather crazy.

We decided to use the bus this time cause it was cheaper.
And they over booked the bus.
So they wouldn't let me on.

So We jump in the car and head for the next stop on the buss's route,
Two hours away.
So we're bopking it down the highway,
and go figure,
We have a blowout.
So we put the spare on and continue.

We had to go slower now,
But we had made up enough distance that we would have made it,
If not for the second blow out.

Someone offers space for one,
So dad takes the first tire that only had a hole in it to get it replaced.
I wait with my three younger brothers.
Borrowing cellphones as people pass,
I manage to coordinate a ride for someone to come pick us up.
They get there and drive my siblings and I into town to get dad.
As we pull into the WalMart,
My dad notices that our ride had a flat tire.

So after we get all that fixed,
We go back and put the new tire on the car.
And dad takes me to the bus station.

So I get the next bus and they get me on.
And here I am.
Three flats and an 18 hour bus ride later,
I'm back at USAFA
yippie...
(Can't you just feel the sarcasm? lol)