It wasn't that bad really, but I haven't had this many issues commuting during one week in as long as I can remember.

Wednesday last week we had thunderstorms roll through during the ride home. I ducked into a sandwich shop and grabbed some dinner hoping it would blow over, but it just sat over us. I ended up catching a ride home from the restaurant owner (they close at 7 and I was their last customer); it turns out he lives near me.

Didn't ride Thursday, Friday was uneventful, but then yesterday I got out of work to find a flat tire, and with my Schwalbe Marathons too! When I changed the tube I found the problem was a rim strip failure. I tried to get the rim strip in a different position when I put the new tube in so I could get home, but before I even got it on the bike, PSSSSSSSSssssssssh, the second tube popped as well. So I called a friend and rode home in dishonor again.

Today I rode my backup bike, my 1983 Raleigh Marathon, aka Dumpster Queen. When I got her out of the garage last night, the rear tire was flat (luckily this didn't happen during my Memorial Day ride, but it probably picked something up during the ride). So fixed that, and she did okay. I stopped by the LBS to pick up new rim strips but they didn't have the right size. Then I noticed a tick-tick-tick-tick, and the front wheel out of true. Yep, broken spoke.



I'm driving tomorrow.


Still, no major injuries, not stranded out in the middle of nowhere, and really, it could have been a LOT worse. But I'm ready to get these equipment malfunctions behind me.