Maybe if had my glasses on I could see what I was getting into. I pulled over onto the side of the road to take a picture. I thought I was pulling over onto trampled down dead grass. But no...I pulled over onto hard sun baked burrs. As soon as I recognized what I got myself into I knew I was in deep....
All three tires blown. It took as long to pull out all the tiny burr thorns from my tires as it did to actually replace the tubes. With all three tires hissing I made to the other side of the road where grass, shade and a smooth rock to sit on awaited me. So I relaxed and committed to repairing all three tires. Lesson learned...stay on pavement while riding.
Back on the road. The burrs are laying low along the white fence on the other side of the road waiting for a clueless triker.
Souvenirs from todays flat tire ride. On the positive side, I got all of the burrs out of the tires (thanks to my Leatherman Juice C2, 4.4oz, 125g). The tires held up for the rest of my ride.