Gray gutter goo

Today’s morning commute went less well than planned.

Rounding a gentle bend, I detected a squishy wiggle from the rear tire. After biking a short, hopeful¹Denial isn’t only a river in Egypt. distance I stopped. Squeezing the rear tire confirmed my suspicions — I had a flat.

And it was covered in gray gutter goo. Ugh!

After fixing the flat²With only a patch, thank you very much. I had plenty of time to think of alliterative adjectives for that gross, greasy, grimy, gritty, gray gutter goo.

Looks like it’s time to do some pre-winter bike maintenance, replacing my tires and brake pads, and cleaning my running gear. And time to refresh the wipes in my seat bag. Sunday is coming…

• 1
  Denial isn’t only a river in Egypt.
• 2
  With only a patch, thank you very much.