I went for a ride today. It started out great; the legs were pretty fresh for having run 5.5 miles yesterday, I'm getting my technique back, it wasn't too hot. Then my rear tire deflected off a rock and I got a pinch flat from an exposed spoke hole. I attempted to adjust my rim tape, swapped out the tube, put my bike back together and off I went. About 5 more miles rolled by give or take and my rear tire struck a rock at speed and guess what. Pinch flat. Same place. Only this time I didn't have a tube because, well, who carries two tubes? "Why didn't you patch it?" you ask? The hole was too big and the tube is slimed. So I spent the next hour walking out. I replaced the rim tape (ensuring all spoke holes were completely covered), put in a new tube, and went the fuck home.
I now sit in my bedroom, browsing this and that, eating a grilled cheese sandwich (colby-jack and muenster on wheat), having some water and contemplating whether on not to put on pants. I told you in my first "blog", nothing intelligent to say.
I now sit in my bedroom, browsing this and that, eating a grilled cheese sandwich (colby-jack and muenster on wheat), having some water and contemplating whether on not to put on pants. I told you in my first "blog", nothing intelligent to say.
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