It all started well, looking forward to my first commute with my 'new' helmet mounted homebrew light (see total geekyness thread). In the first 5 minutes of my commute I had a prophetic thought... "my first commute with a new anything usually ends in some sort of disaster" and dismissed it just as quick.
About 2 miles to go when BANG a flat. No big deal, ***** happens. As I'm fixing it some idiot decides to slow down enough to hurl some semi-coherent abuse at me even though I'm way off the road, I just don't know what motivates some people. Anyhow, the puncture culprit was a monster nail that tore right through the tube and even gouged the rim tape. I replaced the tube.
10 minutes later and the bike is back on 2 aired up tires, I hop on, take 5 pedal strokes and think to myself "It would be a b!tch if I got another flat now, I'd be late to work" at that instance, you guessed it BANG another flat. Now I'm muttering curses under my breath while I patch the tube when a bunch of delinquents slow down to hurl abuse at me, I stood up and totally let them have my choicest verbal deluge at the top of my lungs, it looked like they were pulling over so I started walking towards them requesting at the top of my lungs that they step out of the vehichle.... a door opened, I steppet up the pace, they took a look and apparently changed their mind. Unfortunately I missed with the rock I threw at them as they took off.
Now I'm p!ssed. So I patched the tube, cleared the bit of crap out of the tire and put it all back together again only to find that it was leaking air because of my hasty (impatient) patch job. I took it apart, replaced the patch, put it all back together again and was finally on my way.
About 30 seconds after getting back up to speed a spoke breaks, catches the derailleur cage and makes a mess of the derailleur, the cain drops inbetween the last cog and the frame and my rear wheel locks up. I skid to a halt and the rear tire blows out. Now I'm really p!ssed. I shouldered the bike and walked the rest of the way to work, arrived 40 minutes late, only barely resisted the overwhelming urge to throw the bike into the dumster.
Now I'm sitting in the office laughing to myself. My wife just came by, she packed our 3 kids and my road bike and drove over, dropped my roadie and took my commuter... that woman is an angel. The reason I'm laughing to myself is that the road bike has Look pedals whereas the commuter has Shimano mountain pedals, I'm wearing my mountain shoes and I forgot to ask her to grab my road shoes.
I hope you guys had a better commute than me.