There I was, minding my own business, toodling down the bike path just as the sun was going down last night. Lovely evening. Just me and my Townie bicycle.
This was the second time I had gone this far down the trail. (I keep going a little further each week) but after I turned to go home, I was thinking to myself...' Gee Cupcake, you were doing this stretch at a much better clip yesterday? Why so slow? Low energy tonight? Why does this little hill seem so much harder to get up than just yesterday? Whatsamattawivyuh?
Then it dawned on me. Something's the matter with my tire.
Yep, you guessed it. The thing was going flat. The culprit?
The dreaded Bane of bicyclists.
I rode a little further while the tire got lower and lower, but finally had to get off and walk. A whole mile home. I did not have my walking shoes on either. I kept taking my sandals on and off as they were not the best things to be hiking in. Bare feet seemed more tolerable. But then I would put my sandals on again. I think this happened 4 or 5 times.
I tried to be philosophical about it. I spent some time thinking about my cell phone nestled cozily in my purse at home. I thought about a bicycle pump, which I don't have. I thought about the 'green slime' they put in my inner tube at the shop, telling me I should be able to pump up a flat and get home if I had that stuff in there. Of course this would require me to actually HAVE the pump that I don't own WITH me. I thought about the fact that it was getting dark. I thought about riding the bike with the flat tire. I thought that was stupid. So I thought about the chocolate chip cookies that Hub Man baked that day. Then I thought, 'Oh yeah, I already brushed my teeth, and I never eat anything after I brush my teeth at night.' I listened to the sound of the thorn scraping the asphalt each time the wheel went around, imagining all kinds of horrible things I might do to that thorn when I got home.
One thing about walking is you have a lot more time to think.
Anyway. I made it back finally. And my bike is sitting upside down here in the computer room with me. Waiting for its operation. The thorn is still in the tire.
Poor Townie.
Nasty thornses.
Sigh.
[album 65561 GoofyHen2.JPG]"That's what you get
for going off on that bike
and leaving dirty dishes
in the kitchen!"
This was the second time I had gone this far down the trail. (I keep going a little further each week) but after I turned to go home, I was thinking to myself...' Gee Cupcake, you were doing this stretch at a much better clip yesterday? Why so slow? Low energy tonight? Why does this little hill seem so much harder to get up than just yesterday? Whatsamattawivyuh?
Then it dawned on me. Something's the matter with my tire.
Yep, you guessed it. The thing was going flat. The culprit?
The dreaded Bane of bicyclists.
I rode a little further while the tire got lower and lower, but finally had to get off and walk. A whole mile home. I did not have my walking shoes on either. I kept taking my sandals on and off as they were not the best things to be hiking in. Bare feet seemed more tolerable. But then I would put my sandals on again. I think this happened 4 or 5 times.
I tried to be philosophical about it. I spent some time thinking about my cell phone nestled cozily in my purse at home. I thought about a bicycle pump, which I don't have. I thought about the 'green slime' they put in my inner tube at the shop, telling me I should be able to pump up a flat and get home if I had that stuff in there. Of course this would require me to actually HAVE the pump that I don't own WITH me. I thought about the fact that it was getting dark. I thought about riding the bike with the flat tire. I thought that was stupid. So I thought about the chocolate chip cookies that Hub Man baked that day. Then I thought, 'Oh yeah, I already brushed my teeth, and I never eat anything after I brush my teeth at night.' I listened to the sound of the thorn scraping the asphalt each time the wheel went around, imagining all kinds of horrible things I might do to that thorn when I got home.
One thing about walking is you have a lot more time to think.
Anyway. I made it back finally. And my bike is sitting upside down here in the computer room with me. Waiting for its operation. The thorn is still in the tire.
Poor Townie.
Nasty thornses.
Sigh.
[album 65561 GoofyHen2.JPG]"That's what you get
for going off on that bike
and leaving dirty dishes
in the kitchen!"