Sunny, 69 degrees, light wind from the side ... a nice commute this morning.

Last night, however ... urgh. It's my own fault, but I had a flat on the ride home. My second flat in as many commutes. The first was last Thursday, when my valve went bad in an old tube. Limped home with a "too big" tube stuffed in my 23 tire. Fixed it this weekend with a proper tube, and I think I didn't air it up completely before putting it away on Sunday. I think I was 8, maybe 9 miles into my ride home when I felt it going. Pulled over onto a sidewalk and grassy area and began taking the tire off. Was a snake bite (pinch) flat. I patched it, aired it up a little, rode for a minute or two and it seemed good but needed more air. I'm pretty happy with my Road Morph G.

Oh ... and I encountered the mexican salmon again, same spot. It's utterly maddening but I was so mellowed out by the flat tire that I just didn't care. I rode all the way to the ride, almost in the gutter, and let him hang out in traffic. Freaking moron.