File this one under, "Well, isn't that ironic."
Today, our Bike Team hosted a "Fix-a-Flat Lunch and Learn" for folks. We had about 8 folks come to learn about tire care - how to prevent flats and fix them if you get them. Then we had some hands-on work on your own bike or wheel, or one of ours.
So...I went to my locker at 11:20 to get my bike to walk it up the street to the conference room, and...lo and behold...it had a flat!
Got lots of ribbing from our seminar speaker and looks of amazement from folks about my "skinny tires." Geez, ladies...they're 25's! I guess lots of our participants ride mountain bikes.
So...I fixed my flat with a brand new tube - doing just about everything wrong with my tire iron that Jim had just said not to do and put the bike back in the locker for my ride home, later. I'm 3/4 mile from home and I start to feel every crack in the sidewalk I must ride up. I stop. Grab the wheel. Soft! Drat. That brand new tube is leaking! I get home...and sure enough, there's a deformity in the tube with a pinhole in it, and it's leaking. This one got a patch and it's back in the tire.
I hope I get through tomorrow's ride with no flats!