A couple of weeks ago I mentioned in a thread that a lot of people around me had been getting flats. Saturday Skipper, who should know better at this point, gave me a call and suggested a ride. Being retired and the week-end I readily agreed. It only took a few minutes to change, air up and ride around the corner to Skipper's house. There I found him standing there looking at his road bike which had a flat. (Ominous music) from "Jaws".
Not a problem as we riding the trail in any event. Heading north we hit the 8+mile mark and Skipper made a comment about risking a flat by riding closer to where he got his last 2 and we decided to turn around and head back south. We made it a couple of miles before I heard a bad word and stopped to check and of course he had a flat! Not a problem as he had a spare, however, we both closely checked the tire and rim before putting on his spare tube. This time we only made it a few hundred yards before I heard a loud pop, hiss, and /!#**. Oops. Well being the ex-boy scout that I am, I also had a spare tube. I pulled it out and handed it to Skipper without saying much of anything. After again checking everything carefully, he put it on and off we went. Of course, we didn't make it very far. As luck would have it, we were close to a crossroad so he called his wife who came out to get him as I stood around whistling and pretending that I wasn't there. I road on back home and stopped to check and Skipper had just finished re-mounting his wheel.
Later that evening I went over to sit on his deck and watch the TDF with him at which time he noted that he had just checked on that tire which had gone , you guessed it, flat. On the trail bike he found a pinhole on the 1st tube, a big split near the stem on the 2nd, a big split opposite the stem on the 3rd and a leaky patch from a previous repair on his last effort. He also didn't offer me any pie.!