I feel like I've been cursed with flats this week! Last Saturday, I had a flat en route to Mt. Lemmon. Monday I picked up a nasty thorn and discovered right before I planned to ride to work. Yesterday, another thorn.
But today just half a mile or so from home, I heard a tremendous bang and the clink of metal as I was starting down a hill and felt like I was wrestling with the bike to keep it stable. When I was able to stop, I pulled out this nail:
My husband picked me up and I changed the tire. Hopefully, that's the end of it!



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I read your post last night and had one of those on my commute this morning....and I was blaming YOU for writing about that word 
