"Bike, Hike, and . . . Mike"
A few months ago, we loaded up the bikes and headed south in the trusty Toyota. Slickrock was #1 on our list, but our ambitions were checked as we unhitched the bikes. Mike's rear tire was melted like an Otter Pop on the 4th of July.
In our haste to reach the golden rocks of Moab, we placed the tire squarely with the fiery exhaust.
(Other possible similies include: "like a stick of margerine in the microwave", "silly putty on a frying pan", or even "a Snickers bar in your back pocket after wrestling practice.")
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