Last night I joined Munkir’s for another ill-fated bike ride.  I met up with him at Mission Hills shopping center for our usual Tuesday night route.  Last week’s ride ended badly for me when I got a flat tire about 1/2-way through the ride.  Luckily that time I was within walking distance of Munkir’s house, so I headed over there, got fixed up, and went on my merry way.  Last night I made it about 3/4 the way and flatted again.  Same tire, hole in the same spot, same result.  While I was able to limp home last week, last night I just bailed out and called Donette for a ride.  Could this be bad mojo coming back on me for snickering at Martin and his chronic flat tire issue last year?  Just might be.  The evening was topped off when we got home and found young Teagan had dug up the “dooley” again.  She apparently had the same issue working around the pesky rose bush that I did, so she dug it up too just for good measure.  Sigh.