Ryka's

**NEWSFLASH** This just in... we interrupt the painstakingly slow narration of holiday travels with a report that the author of The Next Great Adventure was involved in a car accident last night. No major injuries. The author (a passenger in the vehicle) incurred a slight bump to the noggin; the driver simply wounded pride; the car... well it didn't make it so well, with a flat tire and smashed passenger-side rear door. The car was side-rear ended coming out of a roundabout on the A4 heading to London via Leatherhead. Surrey (county) bobbies (police) came to cordon off the accident as it was situated in a treacherous curve. After an hour of waiting and phone calls the flat tire was repaired thanks to a good friend and the author and driver were back underway.

Yep, you heard it right. I was slightly jarred last night after my friend Darren and I had some tasty burgers at a place called Ryka's. As we were getting out of the roundabout and onto a fairly major motorway - something in between I-25 and University Blvd, or any major road and highway mixed. We are alright, though his back door doesn't open now. We were just leaving a national park in the southern county of Surrey. We managed to locate his spare tire, but not the jack (found it later though). So Darren called his friend Dave who drove about 40 minutes to us and changed the tire. Then we parted ways and Darren and I went to drown his sorrows (and my sore head) in ale. (Actually we just went to his house and had juice, but ale would've been good too.)