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3 hour commute
Riding home last night, I noticed a rhythmic bump on the bike. Took me a while to figure out if it was on the road, or on the bike. By the time I decided it must be on the bike, I was losing air in my rear wheel.
"Oh great, a flat."
Pull over, get on the sidewalk, and replace the tube. It's not too cold out, not a big deal. But as I was checking the new tube is in place properly, I notice there's a problem with the tire itself... Yes, that's a hole the size of my thumb.
Damn, guess I'm not going to be riding home. Ended up walking about a mile to a bus stop, and taking that home - so pleased the buses here have bike racks on them!
Today, I went to the bike shop, got a new tire, and while I was there, had them replace my cassette, which I somehow managed to bend:
Now, all that's left is to see if I can get some of those bike-commuting tax money that was passed with the big bailout!
"Oh great, a flat."
Pull over, get on the sidewalk, and replace the tube. It's not too cold out, not a big deal. But as I was checking the new tube is in place properly, I notice there's a problem with the tire itself... Yes, that's a hole the size of my thumb.
Damn, guess I'm not going to be riding home. Ended up walking about a mile to a bus stop, and taking that home - so pleased the buses here have bike racks on them!
Today, I went to the bike shop, got a new tire, and while I was there, had them replace my cassette, which I somehow managed to bend:
Now, all that's left is to see if I can get some of those bike-commuting tax money that was passed with the big bailout!