Wal-Mart was a dismal disasterous, fruitless trip. Not only that, it was in vain.
The super dooper Grand Wal-Mart, as big as the Hindenburg and the cornucopia of plenty; didn't have any bike tubes in the 26 inch size. Except for the 10 dollar ones, which repair themselves.
They only had the kind of tires that I didn't want.
The bike remains out of commission and hidden in the bamboo stalks along the railroad tracks in New Orleans.
I am hoping that I can get the thing on the road. I can swear that the tires were less money at the New Orleans Wal-Mart. The people at this local store would not comment about prices at any other store....
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