Whatever punctured my front tyre must have been pretty determined. As I out the front wheel back on, I noticed that the back was entirely flat also. I know I did ride through a couple of patched of shattered glass so perhaps that it was did it.
Either way, the tube from my back wheel now has a patch on it. Hopefully, these patches will fix these tubes. Two in a day is getting a bit much really.
I think that medium-distance bike riding rewards patience and a little resilience. On the patience side of things, in enough time, you can get all sorts of places. On the second point, you never know what might happen when you are out, but it’s never that bad.
This morning, I got Nicky to check the weather site and there was a serious wind from WSW. With this in mind, I decided to ride to Newport to take advantage of the tail wind. About three-quarters of an hours in, it started to rain. I figured one of three things could happen; it could stop, it could get worse, or it could continue raining like that. There were no catastrophic options here, so I kept going.
As I left Altona, I got to the bit where there is a low bridge across the creek. I’ve been across this before when it is flooded but it was only a few inches deep. Water like that is excellent for giving the tyres and wheels a quick clean. This morning, however, it was more like a foot or two deep. I stopped and considered my optioned. I could turn around and go home. I could attempt the waters and be fine. I could attempt the waters, fall over, and get quite wet. Again, there were no catastrophic options here, so I rode through. I did have to change down to first gear and steady myself against a bollard but I got across just fine. My shoes and socks got wet but that wasn’t the end of the world.
The train ride went without a hitch, and pretty soon I was close to home. I was only about two hundred metres from home when I noticed a steady bump from the front wheel. It looked a little chubby at the bottom but it always looks like that when I am sitting on the bike. All the same, I stopped and checked. Sure enough, the tyre was flat so I walked the last four minutes of my trip. Although annoying, it couldn’t have happened at a better time.
Half the fun of a little adventure is the little things that you work around. If everything went without a hitch that would be nice, but it wouldn’t be as much fun.
My front tyre went flat again today. I found the hole and it’s tiny. I must had ridden over something pointy. This will happen.
I was going to simply replace the tube since I have never had much luck patching up bicycle tubes. At best, I turn fast leaks into slow leaks. I try to follow the direction, but I don’t think I’ve every properly repaired a tube.
Even in this context, I’ve been hoping through the new tubes this last week so I decided to have another go. I followed the instructions on my little Dunlop repair kit, left it to dry, and have just pumped it up again. It would be nice to think that it will still be up in a couple of hours but I am not especially hopeful.
So, I was wondering if anyone (and I was especially thinking of Helen) had any wisdom on the question of replacing and repairing. What is the most sensible thing to do? What are the tricks of getting a repair right?
If I’d thought about it, I’d probably have guess that a slew of Deborah’s videoclips would be on YouTube. I would have been right. However, I just stumbled on this so it was something of a surprise. A pleasant surprise.
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Hello, and welcome to the One Minute Mark.
I had what might be a good idea. I think that the definition of idea is pretty settled. The definition of good might just be flexible enough for this sentence to be broadly true. I was thinking of using PowerPoint, some Creative-Commons licensed photos from flickr, and some of my earlier efforts together to make some basic picture books.
I know PowerPoint is not a print-publishing tool; these would be more proof of concept slideshows than actual books. Eventually, I’d like to write something new. For the time being, I thought I might cut my teeth on Only You Can Stay the Same and some of the old Dear Bert stories.
I am not sure if I have the writing ability or the time to do this idea justice. I guess the only left is to give it a quick go and see how far I get.
Anyhow, that’s the minute and I’ll speak to you soon.
I felt quite certain that I had my own set of keys to the car and the house. The question was where the damn things were.
As it turns out, I have a polar-fleece vest and it seems I was wearing it this morning. They key were, of course, in the pocket.
As we approached Finn’s school he was getting a little bit upset about going to the holiday program. He was telling me that he wanted me to stay with him and that he’s miss me too much. This was, of course, quite the best thing to say to emotionally manipulate me.
However, he was really just a bit nervous about going off to do something new on his own. Once he got there, he found a friend from his class among the kids sprawled on the couched in front of Ice Age 2. From that moment, he was happy as a clam.
Still, I will miss the kids today and will be glad to see them this afternoon.
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