Our old friend and Coach Emeritus Cuesta traveled down with me by van to the championships, ahead of the two buses. I had to attend a mandatory coaches' meeting at 11:30 a.m. The trip was derailed by a sudden blowout on I-287 in northern New Jersey when a foreign object came flying toward the van and absolutely obliterated the front right tire of the van. Fortunately, I was able to guide the big vehicle over to the shoulder without damage to the either of us or the van (except for the mangled tire you see here). Amazingly, we were only five minutes late for the meeting. Whoa. What a way to start the day.
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