On Thursday, I wanted to go for a night ride but discovered my tire was flat.
On Friday, I went to the bike shop to buy Armadillo tires, but they were out of stock.
On Saturday, I put one of my patched tubes on my front tire and it almost immediately failed.
Today, I went for a run and actually accomplished what I set out to do.
This will be the first weekend since April 10-11 that I didn’t go for a bike ride. 19 weeks is a good run. Not quite like Cal Ripken, but still a good run. The Armadillos are supposed to arrive on Wednesday. Perhaps Ford and I will be back on the streets then.