They were about 25 minutes ahead of us, in the little Avalon, as we drove home from Family Camp yesterday. We got the phone call, made sure they were safe, heard the story--their back tire blew was they were in the passing lane--gave directions, and soon we were there collecting guitars, luggage, and utterly astounded that our boys were safe. Alive! I will let the photos tell the rest.
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