Originally Posted by Darth Lefty

Taking kiddo to daycare, about a mile from home when I hit something, hard. "I hope I didn't get a pinch flat," I say to myself. A half mile further and the tire is flat as a pancake. I walk bike and kiddo to safety (a bridge overlook with guard rails on both sides so kiddo can play), and check out the tube. While I do that, kiddo steals the aerosol sunscreen to play with, and I just let him. Massive pinch flat, four holes. The only wonder is that it didn't flat immediately. I can't get it to hold air at all, if I pump the tube it just breathes out. I get out the spare tube - it's the wrong one, with a too-short valve stem. I get out the patch kit - one patch left. I make the call to Mommy, I'm lucky she even has her phone because just then she's feeding the twin babies. It's a solid 40 minutes til she arrives, kiddo and I retreat to a nearby gas station. We take kiddo to daycare. As I walk away from him he announces his need for the little boys' room, and instead of falling for this stalling tactic, I make the daycare teacher deal with him and listen to him cry as I flee. Mommy and I go for coffee/brunch. On the way home from that we stop and run into traffic to shoo some ducks across the road who have also run into traffic. Then I go to retrieve the bike, drive to work, and the morning is pretty much spent.