I dropped off a book at the library, then headed to work. Since I had such a jump on the day, I did eight miles before I got there. Going forth and back, back and forth, on parallel residential streets. Tedious, but distance-building.
Going home I ran across some glass in the bike lane, natch, and a hundred yards later, in the left-hand turn lane, with several automobiles behind me, just as the turn arrow lit up and I started pedaling...I realized the rear was RAPIDLY going flat.
Pedaled through the turn, then hopped off. Remarked to first pedestrian, "Nice place to get a flat, eh?" Second pedestrian remarked to ME, "Only twenty miles to go!"
Well, fortunately not. And not feeling much like changing a rear flat so close to home, I walked it the ten or fifteen minutes.
I decided to try and fix the tube without taking the wheel off.
The chalk outline marks the spot, just like on CSI!
Worked out ok!
At least, so far, the moment of truth will be TOMORROW MORNING!
Here is a pic of some number thingies from past rides.
There are two for the America's Finest City Ride because my son and I did it together. We came in last. He was seven and rode a little Schwinn Gremlin. It was the last year of the ride, I think.
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