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Ac and I went bike riding yesterday, to Cospuden der See, a lake about eight kilometers south of Leipzig. We’d made it almost half-way round, riding through gravel and mud, when his bike got a flat. I rode ahead into town (if it could be called that), looking for a bike shop where we could get a patch kit, new tube, or pump. But as this was small-town Germany on a Saturday afternoon at 4 pm, nothing was open. We ended up walking six or seven kilometers to the nearest train station, where we waited an hour for a train to show up. Despite it all, I had a great time.