It was one of those days when bad news and little troubles seemed to be coming at me from all directions. I couldn’t wait to leave the office and roll out for a short ride home. Unfortunately, ANOTHER flat tire awaited.
I sat on the grass with my flat tire supplies, completely deflated, with all my new-found enthusiasm for cycling drained from me. You don’t get flat tires in running. My experience with cycling has delivered more than an excessive amount — even for a rookie such as I.
I called up to my collegue and secured a ride home (in the carpool lane).
We arrived at my car, parked on the street near YaYa’s school, I unloaded my bike from one car and placed it into mine. My mood was quickly morphing from disappointment to dread.
With plans for an 80 mile SOLO long ride on Friday, and flats too numerous to want to count, I was a little more than anxious. The last thing I needed now was to be stranded on the side of the road and unable to secure help due to my plans to ride on a Friday. I decided that I needed to insure this did not happen. Or at least do my best to mitigate the risk.