Maybe it's from having little boys in my life, but I don't know about seeing giant body parts coming out of the ground, even though it did look pretty cool in your picture!
My ride today was pretty neat -- we rode to a friend's house on the other side of town, then did a nice loop with him. Just before we parted company, I managed to drop my chain shifting down for a climb, but was lucky that it picked itself back up again, so I just had to give it a talking to, instead of getting grubby. DH wasn't so lucky when he dropped his in traffic at an intersection!
Soon after the chain incident on the hill, I was hearing an interesting sound from my tire, looked down and saw one of THOSE things.
This was a clean road: where the heck did the f-ing goathead come from?????
Someone told us once, don't pull out the goatheads, they're keeping the air in. So I left it there. Panicked when it stopped "thumping" at me every revolution, and stopped at my next opportunity to inspect: thorn still there, air still there, it's all good. DH is cranky now: don't fuss with it, let's see if we can get home and you can fuss there, he said. (ten miles to go)
Three hills to go -- I've got a cold, and my gritty throat hated the first one, which was the biggest, but I made it, waited at the stop light at the top, and then took off to catch up to DH. Got through two thirds of the nasty interchange that followed with no problem, but took to the sidewalk for that last bit, cuz DH had gotten behind me and wrecked my backward vision again. He thinks he's being helpful and protective when he rides behind and left, but it just makes it impossible for me to see and feel safe, y'know?
Got past Costco, which is probably the scariest part of the ride -- lotsa people come and go from there, and they're always in a hurry!
Even did a first today and behaved like a car at our last stop light. This may have been my downfall: LOTS of road debris where we had to ride as we took off. NO way to avoid it. Next hill's not too big, but I struggled a little with it. It's a bit spooky too -- narrow street, not much shoulder, and the black top really falls away on the side.
Now we get a small down hill. The first of the last three was a climb up to a bench -- no down following it. Road is a bit wider for a little ways, then narrows over a bridge. I like to watch for traffic to settle down, then go like mad, since I have to take the lane, and besides, fast down hill is a great start for up the next and last one! I don't know what the heck DH was doing, but I had to BRAKE on the way down or ram him! (traffic picked up, no way around him)
Downshift to climb the last one -- and I can do this one, sometimes even at 9mph. Now remember tire has held up for 9.75 miles. 3/4 of the way up, legs screaming, gritty throat rasping, and I'm about convinced I'm going to have to get off and walk... Sheer force of will got me up that nasty hill -- I've gotten so I can beat the heck out of mountain goat husband on this one, dag-nabbit, and he's HOME already by the time I get to the top! (he rides a 40# comfort beast, don't think I even want to know what he's going to do on something nicer someday!)
Head hanging, shoulders sagging, feet out of pedals, I roll into the driveway and notice: tire's all but flat.
Boy did I feel better about that last hill!
Had to come down and tell the story, along with logging my miles on my spread sheet, while I cooled down. I had a new sound as I finished the ride -- I'm wondering what if anything I picked up in that debris down at the corner, cuz that goathead "plug" held up well -- something else must have done me in!
(DH was talking about going to the bike shop. Think I'm getting some armadillo tires: I'm tired of fixing flats!)
Karen in Boise



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