I carry a spare tube so when I get a flat, I can just swap it out and be on my way quicker. Using this method, changing a flat add “only” about 10 minutes to my time into work or to home. On the way in Monday, I had multiple flats, which means that after I flatted the not-so-good-anymore tube, I got to sit under the canopy of a tree patching both tubes.
Normally, I’d inflate the tube and listen for the hiss. With the noisy route — I-90’s traffic roaring past — this was impossible. The solution I came up with was to divide and conquer: I’d physically twist part of the tube, pump it up, then repeat until I narrowed the leak to a small section. Then I could patch it. I’ve been a luddite in preferring the vulcanizing type of patches, but now I am seeing a lot of value in the glueless patches. They work well as long as I don’t try to jumbo-inflate the tube outside of the tire.
I should also stock the handlebar bag with latex gloves for wet-tire changing. The grime doesn’t wash off so well. It looks like I’ve been burying bodies. Again.
Because of meetings Tuesday and having to lug a big package to the post office Wednesday, I ended up driving. I don’t cope well with the traffic congestion. Worse, I am getting more visibly worked up when someone tries to “cut” into line, most often by not following the “zipper” pattern for merges, e.g., one car on the left, one on the right, one on the left, one on the right. I keep trying, unsuccessfully, to channel Claire’s relaxation thoughts. Really, though, I’d rather just bike.
The rain was coming down especially hard on the way home Thursday night, but it felt sooooooo good to be out in the elements. A lot of my work-induced stress seemed to wash away.
4,680 miles to date