Flat Tires Suck!
After racing at the Temple Beth El 5k Sunday morning, Jan and I went on an eighty mile bike ride. At least it was planned to be an 80 mile ride. Evidently I ran over some glass about 12 miles into the ride. Rear tire went flat 3 miles later. Jan and I (mainly Jan) managed to change the tire and we headed off. Twelve miles or so later, another flat. Pumped up the tire, it seemed to be holding air. Three miles later, Pmmmphmmph. New tube, more air, took off. Mile later, another flat. I hate flat tires!
"Dad, can you drive to Bergen and pick me up?" Glad Jan had her cell phone. I walked and jogged with my bike while Jan cruised up and down Swamp road and we waited for my ride.
After Dad arrived and I climbed in the SUV, Jan took off and completed 30 more miles. Once she got home she put her bike inside and finished the training session with 29 more miles.
One of us will be in good bike riding shape. As for me, I gave up and sat on the couch with a nice bottle of red wine.
"Dad, can you drive to Bergen and pick me up?" Glad Jan had her cell phone. I walked and jogged with my bike while Jan cruised up and down Swamp road and we waited for my ride.
After Dad arrived and I climbed in the SUV, Jan took off and completed 30 more miles. Once she got home she put her bike inside and finished the training session with 29 more miles.
One of us will be in good bike riding shape. As for me, I gave up and sat on the couch with a nice bottle of red wine.
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