Busted Flat Spoke in Baton Rouge

I busted a couple of spokes somewhere in Louisiana, but couldn't find anywhere to replace them till Ridgeland Mississippi. The cycle shop wanted thirty five dollars (not counting the two dollars for spokes) to replace the broken ones and retrue the wheel. Oh, and they wanted me to wait for two weeks till they got finished with all the other repairs they had ahead of me. I figured, "how hard could it be?" So I asked to use their tools, and it took me about forty-five minutes and cost me two bucks. The price was right. I met a man named Larry at the Ross-Barnett reservoir campground. Larry was driving an 88 Toyota pickemup truck with a camper on the back, accompanied by a dog named Sparky. The truck had over four-hundred thousand miles on it, and it still got twenty seven miles to the gallon. They sure don't make em' like they used to eh? When he was seventeen Larry bought a Schwinn ten speed and rode from Detroit to Miami. He liked it so much he took a couple of years off and hit the four corners of the country, stopping whenever a place struck him as pleasant, or he needed to earn some money. Hardcore. Now at sixty two he does the same thing in the truck. I asked him if he had ever read Travels With Charley, and when he said no I gave him my purloined copy. I pretty much had to.