“But that’ll be averaging pretty close to thirty miles an hour.”
For another hour they found the traffic light and it still lacked a few minutes to eight o’clock when they reached New Haven.
“Half an hour for breakfast,” Bob announced as he brought his wheel to a stand in front of a restaurant.
“Sounds good,” Jack declared as he joined his brother.
“And here’s hoping it’ll taste better,” Bob laughed as he pushed open the door.
A couple of miles outside of Hartford, Jack had a bad blowout in his front tire and it took the better part of an hour to make the repair.
“I told you you’d better get a new shoe for that wheel before we started,” Bob said as he rode slowly back to where Jack was looking at the hole.
“And you were right as usual,” Jack laughed. “Lucky I’ve got a good strong patch.”
The remainder of the day’s trip was uneventful and it was just beginning to get dark when they rode up to their uncle’s home in Winthrop a few miles outside of Boston.
It was nearly ten o’clock before they could get away the next morning. Jack had been down to the town before going to bed and purchased a new shoe for his front wheel and it took some time to put it on and a much longer time to convince their Uncle and Aunt that it was impossible for them to stay over a few days.