On the fourth day of our trip my Dad noticed that his tire was almost completely worn through. After the third flat tire of the day we decided that a new tire was needed to make it through the mysterious Pennsylvania Mountains ahead. It was Sunday in Elmira, NY and being so, no stores were open. Luckily Hank (above) overheard our dilemma and drove me 15 miles to the nearest (gasp) Walmart to get a new one. Thanks Hank, we owe you one!