I'm bike commuting home yesterday, 110 f, 15 miles into the 19.5 mile my front tube explodes. Bike starts squirming all over the place like a drunk sleeping on an anthill. I pull off the rode into some "desert landscaping" with the tire peeling off the rim. Walk a quarter of a mile to the only shade.
Start taking apart my tire and it's a mess of a slimesque substance, sand and gravel. Clean everything out, try my first tube, use a c02, can't get it to inflate. Use a second co2 , by "pump" explodes. Reassemble pump, Use second tube and third c02, pump explodes. Resign self to walking half a mile to next gas station. Get to gas station, find out the $%&@!'ing presta to schrader adapter fell out of my seat bag somewhere.
I call my wife. No Answer. Call again, and again, and again, finally leave a voice mail with the route I'm walking and pray. Walk 4 more miles home, in road shoes with egg beater cleats. Get home with sunburned, blistered feet, ruined shoes and cleats. here's the conversation:
Me : Enter house looking like I just biked from somolia.
Dog: bark insanely at me.
Me : STFU
her: "You look awful!"
me: "answer your phone much?"
her: "huh"
me: "check voice mail much?"
her: "huh"
me: "wonder why you husband who is bike commuting is three hours late?"
her: "huh"
me: "It's 7:00 O 'clock"
Her "This is about the time you normally get home"
me: "I never get home at 7:00 o'clock"
her: "Is it that late?"
me: "Yeah."
Her "what happened?"
Me: tell sad story.
Her: "Oh"
Start taking apart my tire and it's a mess of a slimesque substance, sand and gravel. Clean everything out, try my first tube, use a c02, can't get it to inflate. Use a second co2 , by "pump" explodes. Reassemble pump, Use second tube and third c02, pump explodes. Resign self to walking half a mile to next gas station. Get to gas station, find out the $%&@!'ing presta to schrader adapter fell out of my seat bag somewhere.
I call my wife. No Answer. Call again, and again, and again, finally leave a voice mail with the route I'm walking and pray. Walk 4 more miles home, in road shoes with egg beater cleats. Get home with sunburned, blistered feet, ruined shoes and cleats. here's the conversation:
Me : Enter house looking like I just biked from somolia.
Dog: bark insanely at me.
Me : STFU
her: "You look awful!"
me: "answer your phone much?"
her: "huh"
me: "check voice mail much?"
her: "huh"
me: "wonder why you husband who is bike commuting is three hours late?"
her: "huh"
me: "It's 7:00 O 'clock"
Her "This is about the time you normally get home"
me: "I never get home at 7:00 o'clock"
her: "Is it that late?"
me: "Yeah."
Her "what happened?"
Me: tell sad story.
Her: "Oh"
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