we proceded to ride another 25. It was like riding in an oven. We hadn't gone more than 5 miles before Pat had his second flat of the day. He fixed it quickly, rode fifty yards and it blew out. It sounded like a gun shot. Fortunately, Rod and Sal were there. Pat put on his spare wheel and we were off for the final 20. Rod and Sal stayed close monitoring our progress and giving us cold water. It would have been an impossible ride without there support.