That wayward beach ball remained pretty functionally inflated, unlike my rear tire after 9.3-ish miles out. But did you know that they make camo nails now? Never saw that 14p silver old rough galvanized nail bent into almost a half-moon that blended into the grey concrete. But it jumped up and shredded the Gatorskin tire, tube, and perhaps rim-tape, as well as scratched up the carbon frame, brake pads, and maybe front derailleur set-up. Too mad at myself for not seeing it in time to even take a remembrance picture of it before tossing into the marsh-side weeds and reeds. Walked back about 3.5 miles and crossed on the ferry to not have Holly waiting on ferry and repaving traffic hold-ups north of the St. Johns River, picked me up @ the Safe Harbour Restaurant and Fish Market on the south side. Trek store close to the house will check the frame and rim for me to HOPEFULLY (🙏) make sure it is safe to try North A1A again tomorrow. Been meaning to replace front tire anyway, been on there for a few years now. Even though I didn't get it there until around noon, they said they could have it ready by closing today, but we have to go pick up a pet from UF vet school. Will fetch hopefully @ 10am tomorrow morning. Still a better day if outside riding even till walking in the heat w/ fresh asphalt odor part of the way, than working, as I will be in another 72 hrs. Good exercise either way. Just horrid data.