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…

Flat Tired

On my ride1You drive a car and a journey by car is a drive. You ride a bike and a journey by bike is a ride. You fly a plane, yet a journey by plane is a flight, not a fly. Why? home today, my tire got screwed.2I’m not suspicious it was malicious or vicious. It was likely merely pernicious.

With less than a mile to go, I decided to walk3See footnote 1, above. ;-) instead of patching the tube. I should be carrying a spare tube in my pannier and a “boot” in my wallet.

Once I unscrew my tire, I can decide whether I need a new tire. The tires are old and I removed a nail from the rear tire not that long ago. It’s probably time to replace both and not worry about it.

Just what I need: another excuse to visit my local bike shop. :-)

Sometimes, I think a blog post is only an excuse to write footnotes.