The results of about 8 miles into what was going to be a 25 mile ride:
1 rear flat. Change tube. Haul ass to catch up.
1 rear blowout.
50 F-bombs dropped.
Patch old tube (with the smaller hole). Use dollar as tire wall patch. Get back on bike.
1 broken chain. Sit down, wait for friends to return. 1 rear blowout.
Fail.
I shit you not, the second blowout happened when I was sitting on the ground, just waiting.
June 19th, 2007 at 1:58 pm
Are your wheels cursed or something? WTF?
Sorry to hear that… I hate flats. But then, who likes them I guess.
June 19th, 2007 at 2:11 pm
I reckon it was just the tire’s time to go.
June 19th, 2007 at 3:55 pm
Damn dude. You done gone and pissed off the cycling gods or somethin’.
Excellent Buckwheat/SNL reference by the way.
June 19th, 2007 at 4:00 pm
“Excellent Buckwheat/SNL reference by the way.”
Thanks, I thought it was pretty damn funny.
July 26th, 2007 at 7:28 pm
i still have your bike pump, willcore!!