Bike of Death
Two days into new bike ownership and it's already died in some small way. So, I guess it's more like the death of bike rather than the bike of death. I'm sure everyone here in ABQ (and probably the rest of you) are familiar with sharp little burrs that manage to find their way into everything... I'm not sure what plant they come from. Anyway, we were about to go out on the bikes again this evening, and when I was putting my shoes on, I saw one of those burrs on my wheel. I pulled it off and that's when the whooshing started -- that is, the air coming out of my tire. So now it's flat and we didn't get any patching stuff yet. I don't want to go back out tonight because work was so busy today and I'm exhausted, so Nick will fix it tomorrow during the day. Hopefully we can go riding tomorrow...