|He patrols the woods with his mighty headlight, seeking cyclists riding over sharp rocks and goathead thorns...|
|He moves under Bear Power, covering the miles silently, hauling an old Silca floor pump and patch kit|
|But he will find them. He always does.|
And when he discovers them standing beside their bicycle with the sheared-off valve stem 20 miles from camp on a Forest Service road, and no spare tube, just before they hear those familiar words, he puts a big furry paw on their shoulders, and says: only YOU can prevent porous tires.