I made the mistake of invoking the name of the Fairy That Must Not Be
Named last week.
On Sunday, I decided to ride down to my father-in-law's in a light rain
(nothing unusual there). Upon reaching his block, I heard an odd rubbing
sound coming from the rear tire, and when I looked down, I saw the
telltale bulge of a flat. No problem, I figured, I was practically
there, and I'd have somewhere dry to work on the flat. I did just that
after reaching his place. I was unable to find any remaining evidence of
whatever caused the flat, but I surmised that I missed a piece of road
debris in the rain [1], and it was just enough to punch through my tire
(a Bontrager Select that came stock with my Trek 1000, with about 1200
miles on it thus far). I found the hole in the tube easily enough,
patched it, and rode home.
That night, I went back out in the garage, and noticed that the tire was
flat again. Drats, I thought, either my patch failed [2], or there's
more debris in the tire that I missed. I decided to start with an
external inspection of the tire, so I applied some soapy water, and
pumped up the tube. Five holes promptly revealed themselves, including a
1/4" long cut buried in the oh-so-useless-but-decorative tread [3]. I
then pulled the tire off and re-swept for debris, but came up clean. I
also re-inflated the tube to find the newest hole, but could not, so I
tossed the tube (no way I'm trusting a tube with a leak I can't find),
and installed a backup tube (a tube that had been patched from an
earlier flat).
I left that tube to sit until lunchtime today, and it was still fine, so
off I went for my 9-mile run. About an hour after I returned, I went to
get the mail, and the darned tire was flat again. I figured that my
patch had failed [4], so I pulled the tube, re-inflated, and to my
surprise found a new hole near the valve stem. The tire was clean, so I
can only assume I managed to pinch the tube between the bead and rim.
I just finished pulling that tube (which I tossed, as I'm not wasting a
second patch on it), and installed my backup-backup tube, being
excruciatingly careful about setting the bead this time. If I go through
any more tires, I'm changing my name to Marian.
[1] I believe I spotted the culprit during my ride today -- a nice,
rusty nail smack in the middle of the intersection of Lyle and Sheffield
<http://tinyurl.com/hjowl>, right in the path I normally make my left
turn through (it's between the tracks left by passing car tires, so it
stands little chance of being swept out of its current position). I was
probably more focused on making sure the intersection was clear than on
the state of the pavement when I hit this sucker on Sunday.
[2] A distinct possibility, given how few times I've patched tires.
[3] I'd been putting off ordering new tires, so I took this as a sign
from above, and ordered an Ultra GatorSkin and a pack of Slime tubes
later that night. I really don't like dealing with flats.
[4] Did I mention I'm not that confident in my patching skills?
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__o Kristian Zoerhoff
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