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, hopeful1 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 flat2 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…