All week I've been yearning for the weekend so I could take a nice long bike ride.
This morning, now that the weekend's here, what did I do?
I slept in.
I cleaned my apartment.
I went grocery shopping.
I did laundry.
I surfed the web.
I really didn't feel like going for a bike ride.
But while I was doing all this other stuff, there my bike sat leaning against the living room wall, saying "Hey. The weather's beautiful. What about me?"
So finally about 2:30 I decided to go. I've been wanting to ride up to lake Perris, which is about 5 or 6 miles away, and is a lake that is actually in a sort of crater up on top of a mountain. So I pumped up the tires, filled one water bottle, made sure I had a snack in my panniers and shoved off.
Rode up to the lake and cruised around, then started back home, figuring to be home around 5:00 PM. That's when things started to go wrong.
I was riding along in a bike lane, and like most bike lanes alongside busy streets, the bike lane is full of ground-up broken glass and other debris. I managed to hit something that I thought was just a piece of paper, but it turned out to be a piece of a flattened can. I hit it with my front tire, and it kind of flipped up and I then hit it with my rear tire. About 100 feet down the road I started getting this mushy feeling from the back of the bike. My rear tire was going flat.
No Problemo! I have a spare tube!
I proceeded to effect a quick rear tire partial dismount and installation of my spare tube. I examined the tube I took out, but couldn't see anything wrong with it.
As I started inflating the new tube, I kept checking for any problems such as the tube being pinched between the tire and rim. That's when I saw the problem - the sidewall of my tire was sliced! OK, time for the old dollar bill trick.
Out comes the wallet! Damn! All I've got is a $20!
But also in my wallet is an appointment card from my eye doctor. I deflate the tube, partially dismount the tire, slip the business card in, remount and re-inflate the tube, slap the wheel back on, pick up my stuff, and I'm on my way.
About 1 mile later - pop!
Now I'm screwed! I have two tubes with the sides blown out, and one tire with a cut in the sidewall.
I start pushing.
It's already about 5:00 PM.
I'm down to 1/2 of my water bottle, and it lasted until about 6:00 PM. Then I was dry.
I pushed the damned bike all the way home, and finally made it about 7:30.
The only bright spot along the way was I ran into two city cops pulling a security detail at some sort of party. By then I was out of water, and feeling the effects. I asked them if they knew any place where I could get my water bottle filled. They said no, but they had a styrofoam cooler full of ice and water bottles, and they gave me a bottle of water. Thumbs up for the Moreno Valley Police Department.
I nursed that bottle of water until that last hill before home. Don't think I'd have made it without it.
Finally got home. Put the bike away. Drank some cold water out of the fridge. Drove to the stop-n-rob and bought a 12 pack of Newcastle.
Over and Out!