It's been like 50 trips to San Carlos. Just before the border I ran into the side of the road while looking for my Sentry Card and scraped the car and blew out my tire, which was nearly new. This is actually the third or fourth tire I've lost in Mexico. Had to pay off the Nogales police, then go through the border with a blown out tire, then, thankfully, find an open tire place on Sunday late afternoon. Made it back just in time for dinner arranged by Sarah. I'm a lucky guy.