Things do not always go exactly as planned. For instance, this afternoon I was supposed to attend a class at Kaiser learning about insulin for diabetics. Oh. The. Joy. But I am at work. I had planned to bike home during my lunch break, switch to the car & go to my 2pm class. First, I was in a mandatory meeting that would not quit. Distracted by the passing time, I formulated Plan B. Bike to Kaiser. Do not pass home. Do not collect Goldie. I had not wanted to bike because I am not aware of good bicycling roads betwixt here and there, but I figured I could manage. With barely more than an hour to go (Google maps said it would take a couple minutes more than an hour and I tend to bike slightly slower than they say), I discovered a flat tire. Still hopeful, I started to make the change. Alas! My replacement tube had a Presta valve, my pump is for Shraders (or however you spell it), and I could not find my converter. A good Samaritan who apparently bikes a lot came along and patched my old tube. (I didn’t want to because the last couple of times I tried a patch it wouldn’t stick, despite successful past patching). My supervisor, a co-worker, and the security guard all gathered around. I thanked my Samaritan, put the tube, tire, wheel back together & pumped it up as best I could (not the desired 100 lbs), & put the wheel back on. I realized that there was no way I could get to my class on time, so I went back to work and emailed my doctor. I HOPE my tire is ok for the ride home tonight.
Dangnabbit,. These are my expensiver, slower, flat resistant tires. Flat resistant, not flat proof . sigh
Tomorrow is Conference Food Prep Day. Looks like I also need to fit in a trip to the bike shop. New tubes, a new valve converter, and tighten a couple of loose or missing nuts & bolts.