Yesterday after work I picked up my bike from the shop. It was in for its free tune up and since it was there, I had them put new tires on. Installation was free do I figured what the heck. I had a set of Kenda Cross plus in the 26 x 1.95 put on along with purchasing a couple tubes and one of those neato "quick stick" tire levers. Excited to hit the road and test out my new rubber I leave for what was originally going to be a quick ride to the park and back. I filled my water bottle up and headed out into the 92 degree weather with humidity somewhere near 10 billion.
I get to the park and do a lap around the place averaging a good 2 to 3 mph faster than usual. I was having a blast so instead of turning back to go home I figured I would go for a bit longer ride down the street, not too much further (or so I thought). I keep on going past two different places I said I would turn around at. I'm now just past where the map says camp hill by the red line and I hear a dreadful wooshhh noise coming from the rear tire. No problem I think, I'm prepared with my patch kit, pump, and new levers, I'll be back on the road in no time...wait a minute...my trunk bag is not attached to my bicycle...no patches, no tube, no leavers, no wallet, no cellphone...oh crap. 7 miles on a brand new set of tires and sure enough I put a wire right through the thick part of the tread. I live alone and have no family within a 5 hour driving radius. Assuming someone would let me use their phone, I wouldn't know who to call and frankly I don't know anyone's phone number. Its all saved in my cell phone so I never actually dial them. So I start walking home carrying the bike literally on my back (didn't want to risk shredding the tube or messing up the tire so I didn't push it at all) thinking maybe a cop or a good Samaritan would stop and ask if I need a ride. Sure enough not a damn person stopped even when I attempted to flag down a ride. Now that I think about it from the samaritans point of view, a 240lb guy who doesn't have the sense to realize the bike goes underneath his fat ass is probably not the best person to pick up and ask where he's going.
I did the map my ride thing but couldn't figure out how to save it and share, so I did the Ctrl+Print Screen and pasted it in Paint. It cut out the total distance of the ride, it was 12.09 miles, but it gave me the chance to pencil in a red line from when I started walking, and a green line from where I ran out of water.
So all in all, yesterday I rode my bike 7.2 miles and my bike rode me 4.89 miles. I did however get to use that quick stick, it worked much better than a flat head screwdriver.
Double check that you have your tools with you before you leave no matter how short the trip is planned to be.
Carry cash for cab fare should you need it.
Have your cell phone or at least a list of phone numbers should you be like me and not know them.