So this is what happened: (we were on exchanges). I was with another missionary (my grandson, elder Urey) driving home at night with our bikes on our bike rack. We were driving on the highway and we heard a "woosh." I looked back and said to the other missionary, "Woah, is your bike gone?." We pull off at the next exit and then a car behind us flags us down and says to us, "You guys just lost a bike" and drives off. So we flip around and look for it and find it in this state. Apparently it got run over by a car too. Bahahahahaha. Shredded.
Luckily, it wasn't mine....
