onimity
09-12-2007, 08:19 PM
This is my first real year of cycling and this past weekend I finished my second century. I also broke 3,000 miles for the year. I was starting to get an eerie nervous feeling about the fact that I had yet to get a flat.
When I first started riding to work in March I took a great maintenance class at my LBS & felt prepared to change a flat...for a while. But as the months passed I became less sure and started to worry. Would I still remember? Monday I rode my brand new MTB to work (3rd ride on it, it replaced my stolen bike), I arrived fine, went back to my desk only to have a coworker ask: "What did you do to get a flat like that?!?"
It was completely flat, a sharp white rock wedged in the tire.
I work with a lot of cyclists (all guys) and when I told them they were amazed that it was my first. They started joking: do you know how to use that tire pump?!? Um, yes!
I went to talk to my boss and came back to my desk to find a couple of them had taken my wheel off and were waiting anxiously for my spare tube and tire levers. So I told them thanks, but that *I* wanted to do it, and they guided me through the process. But they helped a lot more than I would have liked.
Today I was riding home and less than a mile from the house I noticed a little brown thing stuck to my tire. Remembering that I had actually seen the white rock that was the culprit with the first flat, I stopped to get ride of whatever it was. Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
Immediately and totally flat.
So I walked up to the edge of a driveway a few feet away and set to work. At least a dozen people stopped within a couple of minutes to ask if I needed help, tools, a tube and I was proud to say, No, thanks! each time. Even though some of them were quite good looking... :) I changed it in just a few minutes and was off. It seems silly, but that flat really made my day.
I was also amazed at how many helpful people there were! Some people that lived down the road drove by and offered their pump and the guy whose driveway I had borrowed came out as well to offer me help, or a ride and complimented me on my bike. I love living around so many cyclists!
Anne
When I first started riding to work in March I took a great maintenance class at my LBS & felt prepared to change a flat...for a while. But as the months passed I became less sure and started to worry. Would I still remember? Monday I rode my brand new MTB to work (3rd ride on it, it replaced my stolen bike), I arrived fine, went back to my desk only to have a coworker ask: "What did you do to get a flat like that?!?"
It was completely flat, a sharp white rock wedged in the tire.
I work with a lot of cyclists (all guys) and when I told them they were amazed that it was my first. They started joking: do you know how to use that tire pump?!? Um, yes!
I went to talk to my boss and came back to my desk to find a couple of them had taken my wheel off and were waiting anxiously for my spare tube and tire levers. So I told them thanks, but that *I* wanted to do it, and they guided me through the process. But they helped a lot more than I would have liked.
Today I was riding home and less than a mile from the house I noticed a little brown thing stuck to my tire. Remembering that I had actually seen the white rock that was the culprit with the first flat, I stopped to get ride of whatever it was. Pssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
Immediately and totally flat.
So I walked up to the edge of a driveway a few feet away and set to work. At least a dozen people stopped within a couple of minutes to ask if I needed help, tools, a tube and I was proud to say, No, thanks! each time. Even though some of them were quite good looking... :) I changed it in just a few minutes and was off. It seems silly, but that flat really made my day.
I was also amazed at how many helpful people there were! Some people that lived down the road drove by and offered their pump and the guy whose driveway I had borrowed came out as well to offer me help, or a ride and complimented me on my bike. I love living around so many cyclists!
Anne