Made the turn on my 19 mile ride tonight - rushing to beat the raindrops - caught a real busy intersection that I never beat - jumped a small curb (the road is being resurfaced) and made my back to the beautiful Salt Creek Trail here in the western suburbs of Chicago.
I digress here a bit to add that I'm back to cycling after a 20 year hiatus - trying to beat hypertension the natural way - picked up a beautiful 87 Waterford Paramount and tonight was my 6th run. I had a good shot at 15 mph (14.8 at the turn) when all of a sudden - and you've heard it - PFFFFFFFFTTT!
In 50 years of cycling I've never had a flat - save for when my cruiser tire exploded earlier in the year - so I've never had to fix a flat on the fly. So there in the woods I sat, and in about 15 minutes, I was back on my way, feeling good that I had worked my way out of a dicey situation. A mile further I nearly wiped out around a curve - a really close call - front tire flat again - couldn't pump it up - when I got home I found out that both tubes were split around the valve. Obviously, my pumping technique needs improvement.
Anyhow, in my rush to leave home, I forgot my wallet and phone (now I know why you keep change in your bag!!), and had no choice - this slightly portly fellow, in his too tight shorts and 20 year-old Sidi racing shoes, hoofed the last 6 miles home. Needless to say, I got my workout, and now need to refine / change my emergency techniques. Pumping up that tire with a hand pump was no fun - gonna search on CO2 inflation tonight. Live and learn.