I went on a short 17-miler today, intent on pushing my personal best pace over a “short” distance – 18.7 mph. Things were feeling good. Really good. Despite stopping to dismount over a tree on the bike path (downed during a wind storm yesterday) I was on a great pace. I had completed the uphill portion of my ride and was averaging 17.9 mph with six miles to go. These are mostly downhill and my PBR was in my sights.
Then I had a flat.
Then I realized I didn’t have a spare tube because I still hadn’t put my saddle bag back on my bike after washing it last week.
Then I called my wife, who once again bailed me out of a jam.
The cause of the flat was a shard of broken glass from a beer bottle. To the two cars who honked their horns in derision as they passed me, you have my sympathy. I’ll try not to act the same way to the next stranded motorist I pedal past. To the nice lady who stopped and asked if I needed a lift, you have my gratitude.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to pull my head out of my arse and put the saddle bag on my bike!