It wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t raining. I wasn’t stuck on the shoulder of a major highway. I even had a view of Alcatraz and San Francisco. All while I changed my flat tire.
I guess that’s why I carry my mini-pump, spare tube, and tire levers. I hadn’t changed a tire in several years, but apparently I still know how to get it done. Sorta like… riding a bike.
Aside from the one look of pity from a walker who I passed as I flatted, I didn’t get a lot of love from fellow cyclists. I guess when they see you have a pump out, they know you’re all set.
Speaking of getting some love from fellow cyclists, why not follow us on Facebook or Twitter. Then you’ll always be in the know when one of us gets a flat, puts 100 miles on a brand new Specialized Tarmac, or ditches his car and commutes to work by bike.
