As a little girl, my daddy and I rode to get air in our bike tires. On the way home mine blew.It scared me to death. It is so loud!!! I will never forget it. I burst into tears!!! Plus, I knew my fun of riding that day with my daddy was over.
As a little girl, my daddy and I rode to get air in our bike tires. On the way home mine blew.It scared me to death. It is so loud!!! I will never forget it. I burst into tears!!! Plus, I knew my fun of riding that day with my daddy was over.
"Chisel praise in stone; write criticism in sand."
Yea, it's pretty loud!
Back in January, I was riding my trainer and BAM! It scared me to death! I thought I was going to go flying off the trainer on my bike.
I just blew the back tire out. Ripped right down the middle! Had to go buy a new tire to replace it.
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather, to skid in broadside thoroughly used-up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: WOW WHAT A RIDE!!!!"
My husband bought a batch of crappy tires a couple of summers ago to use in a pair of not-quite-true steel wheels, and they were constantly exploding. Our poor dogs, who all grew up with bikes and used to be unfazed, now run to hide by me and shiver whenever J. brings out a bike pump.
Who knew there was something in the house that could be even scarier than a vacuum cleaner?
My sweet husband changed a flat for me (against my will, as we were "in a hurry" and I'm "so slow and too careful" when I change them). He managed to get me a pinch flat which exploded right by my ear as I was putting the rear wheel back on my bike... as we were both standing in our mini-kitchen. It sounded like a gunshot. Once my head stopped buzzing, I calmly said: I think I will change it now, do you mind?