a gray bearded 58 yr old jogging along beside his bicycle, but I did it anyway. Let me digress......I frequently, but not always, bike commute to work. When I do, I usually ride during my lunch break to a Sub sandwich shop about a mile and half away for some relatively cheap and nutrition friendly vittles.
Today, however, I was surprised by a flat just about the time I reached the ubiquitous Wmart. Naturally, I had left my tools and pump at the library where I work. (Yes, there are at least two of us who work library circulation). Since I wanted another frame pump anyway I went inside the Wmart to buy a spare, hoping that I would be able to keep air in the tire long enough to make it back to work. It was not to be. I grabbed some food, pumped up the tire and did my best to sprint my way back. I didn't make it an eighth of a mile before the tire was down. What to do? What to do?
Clearly pumping up the tire was one more exercise in futility and I have enough of those in my life. I started walking briskly and then flashed on all the thoroughly exhausted and bedraggled cyclists I had seen walking their bicycles along the sidewalks. My thoughts when I saw them were never sympathetic and could probably be summarized by "Poor beggar! Is he ever out of shape! Shouldn't be riding a full suspension Next on the street in this Texas heat."
I was not going to project that image. Call it pride, or more truthfully, vanity, I refused to take a bicycle for a walk. I started jogging the remaining mile, in helmet, gloves and office attire. Did I look stupid? Probably. Did anyone notice? Probably not. But I held my head high and made it back within the alloted time, tenuous self image intact. Oh, what fragile creatures some egos are!
Fifteen minutes with a patch kit during my afternoon break and the bike was ready to carry me home. No SAG wagon for me.