
forgive me bike gods, for I have sinned.
by far, the worst morning I’ve ever had on a bike. I went to my company’s holiday party last night, and though I didn’t drink anything but water, I woke up feeling rather drained in the legs. determined to have a purposeful first day back on the saddle after yesterday’s break, I headed out this morning with the rain shell on. the forecast read rain, but I didn’t see a spec in the sky…yet. fast forward to camino alto. as I made it to the top, the rear tire went flat. okay, not exactly the most ideal situation at 7 in the morning…I took out the tube, and felt around the casing to see if I could feel any punctures or debris that would’ve caused the flat. after swapping the tube out for a fresh new one, I descended.
flat again. now it’s a pain. I tracked down the puncture and used the patch kit in my back pocket to remedy the hole. I took another look at the tire and saw that there was a piece of glass sticking out from the tread – “that wasn’t there before…” I thought to myself. cars started coming out from the wood works, and soon, people were off to work. and there I was, waiting for glue to set under a patch. the glue finally set in the cold temperature, I swapped it on, and started pumping it up. and then nothing. it wouldn’t inflate. I took out the tube again, and inspected it. there was another ‘snake bite’ near the first puncture. so a total of 3 punctures on 1 tube. I took out the patch kit again, glued the patch, and held it for dear life.
swap it back on. pump it up, again. okay, now it feels like an inflated tire, let’s roll. as I came around the intersection for half paradise, it was going flat – I pulled off, inflated it a bit, and hoped it would stick until the bike path. unfortunately, it went flat within a minute, and I pulled off towards a fire station. 2 tubes, 3 patches, it felt like a hopeless situation. I still had my first tube, so I took out my patch kit once more, and tried to seal it up. it worked, but only momentarily – then it started leaking air somewhere else.
time to throw in the towel. I hate giving into situations like this, and relying on other people to bail me out, but I had burned through so much time, still so far away from home. I called my mom, who was thankfully still home. I made it back, safe and sound. I have no idea what I would’ve done without her, it was just an unlucky morning. on the drive back, she received a call from my grandmother’s care giver – her husband had just passed away. she had mentioned several days ago that her husband was feeling ill, and that she would be staying home for several days to take care of him. and though I never met him, I feel great sorrow for a life that was lost. she treats my grandmother so well, she’s the last person I would ever want something unfortunate to happen to. rest in peace.
thursday, you used to be good to me.