My options were grim at best when I saw my replacement tube swelling through the newly formed gash in my tire. And by gash, I mean sliced from bead to bead, due to a metal palette strap sitting upright on the road. Apparently I have morning commute buddies that I didn't even know about. Liz, thanks for sticking around to see if my repair worked, and even more thanks for taking me to PATCO when walking was my only option.