Lise if it helps any?..........Sat last I did a centuary and I kept passing this couple on the side of the road always working on their tires, always with a crowd around them. In the last 15 miles of the ride there they were again, on the bike path, just the 2 of them working on their tires again. My riding buddy and I stopped and he asked if we knew how to change a tire??
He also wanted to know if either of us might have a spare tube coz he didn't have any. I said I have a tube that will work up to a 700x28 and he said "oh that won't fit my tire is a 700x25". I assured him it would work Just fine! She had not a clue how to change a tire either. So my riding buddy and I taught them both right then and there how to change a tire.
Where is this story going you ask?......she was wearing the Hawaii Ironman Jersey and said she had just competed in the qualifier last week in Hawaii. (and she didn't know how to change a tire! hmmmmmmmmm)
(ps: my friends speed lever didn't work this time...these were the toughest tires I have Ever seen getting off and on. The guy said someone had already broken 2 levers the last time he stopped)
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"