Our morning experience was much the same… well, okay, maybe not. But it did end our “race” for the day and in the end, like so many motorcycle and car racers tend to do, we clearly knew what to blame: the tires! After a long three-hour wait in an apparent cell-free dead zone, a service vehicle arrived and performed an amazingly efficient and quick pit stop, swapping our blown-out rubber on the side of the road in a matter of minutes. Unfortunately, by the time repairs were made and we were back on the road, it was too late to make our way to Zaca. So I guess next week has another 3 a.m. wake-up call waiting for us, all so we can shred Zaca’s scenic, hilly terrain. We can’t wait!