''What are the odds,'' Quagmire said, his eyes brimming with tears. ''that you will have two flats on the same trip into the the mountains, particularly when you haven't a flat tire in twenty years!''
In my opinion, the odds are much better than you might think. Quagmire's faulty reasoning was such, however , that because he had come this far, he certainly wasn't going to stop three miles shot of Desolation Ridge. He drove on.
My dad has had that happen. I only had to WALK 12.5 miles out of the woods. But what I really hate is when you are stuck in snow with no shovel. So you use your hands. Then they get blue and fall off so you have to thaw them in the truck tell they get warm be for you put them on and use them a gain.
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