Nevertheless, this weekend I got not one but TWO bike rides – an unfortunate side effect of an injured calf. (Doc appt this afternoon – fingers crossed!!)
The first ride was fairly uneventful, if not a bit slow. I rode 22 miles at 16.7 mph, including stoplights. My butt was sore, but my legs could feel the effects of a good workout. The second ride, on the other hand, was a comedy of errors that rivals the best bear / clown mauling.
The ride started off quite well. Like any good cyclist,
So much sexy, so little time
I say this about every time that I go for a bike ride after a few weeks off, biking takes a ton of
The first 5 miles were actually really good – I averaged 18.8 mph which is right where I’d like to be for long rides. But shortly after the 5 mile mark, I felt it –
No worry though, I had spare tubes, tools, and a CO2 container to be able to pump up the tire. I’ve done it many times before with zero issues. Oh, not on Sunday though. The first tube I must have pinched a hole in while putting it on because it didn’t hold any air when I wasted my first CO2 container on it. The second tube was fine, but the CO2 thing screwed up and didn’t fill it – at all. So, for those of you counting, two spare tubes and two air cartages later, and I am still as flat as an American Idol competition.
As you can imagine, I was not impressed
I even walked to a gas station that was about a half mile from where I was flat to see if there was some air that I could use (for free because I didn’t have any money).
Charging for air has to be like charging for tap water, right?
What followed was a 5 mile long bike-of-shame at a slow rate of speed as not to cause any more damage to my rim as possible. I got home, but I was out of spare tubes so had to completely scrap the long bike ride for the week. FAIL! Of course, I did learn a few lessons:
- Carry money. I could have bought “air” and filled up my tire
- I need more practice changing flat tires. I suppose I’ll get this as I ride more
- Need to work on my duckface in self pictures
- Cursing at your bike doesn’t make the tires fill up any easier
Any tips on changing a flat tire on a bike? What about fighting back the urge to bite creepy circus clowns?