Woke up all ready for a nice calm medium length ride and found a flat.
The damage I did at that last triathlon had returned. The wound in the kevlar I found last weekend had fallen victim to some debris I picked up yesterday. I’ve ordered a new tire, but it hasn’t arrived yet.
So I took off the old tire, pulled out the tube, found the leak was in the same place. Checked the liner there for any junk that’s going to hurt the next tube and cleaned the frame.
I have the my front tire died and my new one hasn’t arrived yet blues. A friend suggested there’s a song for that:
That song applies even when the bike is in working order..
And now I really want to ride.
(I really dislike sunblock.)
