webster thinks he knows how to change flats

Today was strangely grueling considering the fact that we thought we had finally made it into the flats. It started early, since we were trying to get ahead of the heat, but sadly, the headwind we experienced before the rest day hadn't turned around. After getting 80 miles done before lunch at a semi-sluggish pace, we stopped at a small restaurant for a delicious lunch. The most eventful parts of my day happened soon after this. About 20ft out of our lunch stop, my rear tube blew up with my second flat of the trip. Downtrodden, I returned to the van to change my flat tire to find a 3 inch nail embedded in my tire. I took this with a grain of salt, and just changed my tire and tube. While pumping, a loud pop sounded from my wheel, and all the air quickly left my tube. Realizing I got a pinch flat,
I took a deep breath and replaced my tube again. This time it inflated fine, so we set of again. About 100ft later, my tire made a strange noise, followed by a gunshot sound with my tire exploding inside out similar to Reid's days before. I changed my tube for the third and final time, then we moved in to our final miles of the day with prayers for no more flats in mind. 

Much love from your suddenly very experienced tire changer,
Webster