I got a flat tire on my way to work today. Some city crews had been doing some work and didn't clean up their mess very well. There was mud, big sticks, rocks, and random debris in the bike lane. Of course, the car lanes were clear! Anyway, I was looking in my rear view mirror because I needed to merge into traffic to cross a bridge and didn't see whatever it was I hit. Whatever it was gave me a flat tire half way across the bridge, which is a very short bridge by the way. D'Argh! Of course, I was not prepared with a repair kit of any sort, so I was stuck.
At first, I thought I could take the bus in, but I was pretty loaded down with my backpack and saddle bags and thought it would be a great big hassle. Then, I remembered that Mick was still at home! I called him and he came to my rescue, my knight in shining armour, thundering up in his monstrous F-350. It's funny how I respond to the sound of a diesel truck now that Mick has one. I'm like one of Pavlov's dogs :)
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