Well, consecIutive bicycle work commute number 633 kind of sucked.

I actually left the house a few minutes early. I was excited that I was going to get to the office on time for a change. It quite literally has been a few months since I haven't been late due to some family issues we're struggling through. I was excited.

A little more than a mile and a half I hit something on the MUP hiding in the middle of all the leaves that are covering the path. I thought, "that didn't sound good." It wasn't. A couple hundred yards later I had a flat rear tire. First flat in about 18 months.

So I pulled off to the side and got out my repair kit. It was still a little dark, but I did the best I could to visually inspect the outside of the tire for any damage or objects stuck in it. Then after removing the old tube I felt around the entire inside of the tire twice to make sure there wasn't something still stuck in the tire. Didn't find anything so I assumed whatever it was came out. I swapped out the tube with my spare. I hooked up my CO2 inflator and pumped up the tire. Success!

Except about 10 seconds later the tire went flat again. Rats. Even though I checked twice I must have missed the object still stuck in the tire. I didn't have any more tubes or CO2 canisters with me. So now I was in a dilemma. Do I walk the 2.25 miles to work and be a little late, or do I walk the 1.75 miles back home and be a lot of late? I decided to walk home. If I went to work I'd just have to walk 4 miles back home, and I may have to take my son to an appointment this afternoon and didn't feel like having to deal with no transportation home. So I did the "walk of shame" home in bike shoes pushing my bike up the monster hill on top of which I live.

After I got home I grabbed my fixed gear bike, pumped up the tires and rode to work. The wind won't be favorable for the fixie on the way home, but it will beat walking. I wound up getting to work more than an hour late.

Ugh.