I took the fast bike today to try out a new route I've been meaning to take to a Bart station. I'ts 12+ miles of nothing but trail paths. First thing I realized even just 4 miles in was that trails suck! Since the paths were in between streets and residential areas they tended to be very hilly. I can't even sustain a good pace because I have to really slow down and sometimes even stop to cross the streets to continue on the trails. There were tons of glass in the paths too. There were broken bottles everywhere! It was as if some hobo/s walked all twelve miles and broke a bottle every thirty yards or so. But I continued on since I just wanted to see this mess to the end.

1 mile away from the station I noticed that my front wheel was softer than it should be. I pushed it from the top and it depressed easily. Thats odd, I pumped it up to 120 psi before I left. I rotated the wheel looking for a glass shard and what I found instead was a farging goat head! Frack, I pulled it out and I heard a load hiss! Double frack! Oh well, I have a spare tube. As I reached for my saddle bag I realized I did not bring my frame pump! Triple fragging frack! Why, God, why! Then I remembered. I have tuffy liners. I don't need no stinking pump! Sigh. I had to walk a mile back to a major street crossing. Called the wife but it was only 7 am. She's still asleep! Its mothers day! Double sigh! Called for a taxi cab and they said they will be there in 15 to 20 minutes. Fine, I'll wait at the corner of the street then hung up. Oh, look over there behind me. Its a church. Oh, look at that. Lots and lots of cars turning into where I'm at filled with church goers. Hey look at me! I'm wearing spandex with a bike with a flat tire I can't fix because I'm an idiot!

Goat heads: 1
Tuffy liners: zero

Next time I'm taking the pump with me, ditch the liners, and install thorn resistant tubes. Oh, and ditch the farging trails and take the road instead. Sorry, I just had to vent.