blew a flat on my rear tire on saturday night (15 km from home!) and the only store in town that sells tubular glue is closed on sunday. rode the 'backup bike' today. ugh.

on the infamous (to me, at least) 12th avenue almost got doored. did a neat zig around it. the driver jumped out of her car and chased me on foot 20 meters to the stop light to apologize.

how about that!