It is hard to find the positive in getting a flat tire on a Sunday while on vacation on a little island where all of the businesses are closed for the weekend. But attitude is everything, I guess. And this time, the nasty flat tire led us to a field behind an auto repair shop.
The field was littered with rusty old cars. There were blackberry brambles growing through the floor boards and the reflection of the sun was blinding us every time it bounced off the chrome of one of these beauties. I suppose you could call this a happy accident.
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