It could have been much worse. My bike could have been stolen or I
could have had an accident. So I'm relatively grateful but still not
happy. First, the day before, someone stole my mirror. I didn't
realize how much I used it until it wasn't there. Biking in Manhattan
requires full awareness of what is going on around you.
Then, biking in I get a flat going up the 59th Street Bridge. That's
why I was struggling more than usual. Raining of course. Slow leak so
I shoot it from the CO2 cartidge and by noon it was flat again. I had
the LBS fix it. That was the rear tire.
Going home I'm in a big hurry. I have to take a cat to the vet and
like ten other things. I leave work a bit early and start to fly out
of the city. How quick will I make it home? Hmm. The computer isn't
working. Drat. Seemed like a record pace though. Until I get a flat in
the front tire going up the, yes, 59th Street Bridge.
No more CO2. But I still have a spare tube. It's back to the old pump.
I just could not get that damn tire back onto the rim. Those last 10
inches just would not go over the rim. Finally I get it. (Any
suggestions for that part greatly appreciated).
Oh well, I go to Florida for a long weekend. I'll bike some down
there. Nice flat Florida.
Someone said to me that rain causes stuff to stick to your tires and
thus you get more flats in the rain. Could be.