Yesterday I got my first bike commuting flat 3 miles from home. Luckily, I didn’t fall or anything. I was a good boy scout and had everything it takes to fix it right there, but the replacement tube went flat as well within a half mile. It was old and I couldn’t pump it up enough. I’m really glad my wife was home and could pick me up. There may be nothing sadder than a grown man walking his bike home. I even had my backpack on for extra elementary school flashbacks. If I have gotten jumped for my lunch money under the 635 bridge, my spirit would have been crushed for weeks.

Everything is now fixed and I’m researching tougher road tires. Apparently the tires that come on bikes are meant for weekend rides once or twice a month. If you actually ride a lot, they wear out pretty quick. On the train this morning I was inspecting my tires and found 2 more weak spots. I’ll be riding home today with a little fear.