I had a pal who was living rent free above a metal shop, I'd been visiting one night, and it had gotten late, so instead of riding home, I climbed into a big box of styrofoam packing peanuts.
Before I went to sleep, I thought to myself, how tired of patching flat tires I was, and how wonderful it would be if I had a couple of "Mr Tuffy" flat guards to put in my tires.
I awoke the next morning, rustled around in the peanuts, felt something long and snaky, and pulled out a Mr Tuffy. I put it in my back tire and only got flats in front from then on.
You can't have everything.
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