Riding on Pins and Needles
Actually, it was glass…..
Last week was one of frustration as far as the evening commute goes. Wednesday evening I got the flat tire you see above exactly one mile from home, just after crossing over Highway 65 on Battlefield. Rather than change it in the deepening darkness, I called for a rescue. It was raining Thursday so I came home the slightly shorter way, but on Friday I crossed at Battlefield again.
Guess what….another flat. This time I made it about a half mile closer to home before I noticed it. Two flats in three days was ridiculous! I presume there was a pretty thick patch of glass somewhere between the overpass and the bottom of the hill on Battlefield that I didn’t see and rode through both days.
After that, it was with some trepidation that I rode home yesterday evening. Since I usually take exactly the same track down the hill, I made sure to take the bumps and cracks a little differently. The entire time, I was on pins and needles, just waiting for the telltale softness in a tire indicating I had found more glass.
Luckily, I made it through unscathed this time!
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