FLATS!

OK, so I've really avoided flats on my road bike over the last year. I've logged thousands of miles and really been flat free. I got used to this. Even cocky at times. The last three weeks they have all caught up with me.

The first, was scary. I had a Monday night FIRST date with a girl that I have waited three years to get a chance to go out with. We were going to see Talladega Nights at the Rave in Hurst. I had a window of time between work and picking her up where I could sneak in an hour or so on the road bike. I was cruising up Davis in North Richland Hills and I hear the dreaded psssst. The rear tire is flat. I pull over and promptly change the tube. I'm not thirty feet up the road and pssssst. So here I am seven miles from home and crunched for time. Fortunately, I have a friend who lives close and was able to help me out. I made it on time for the date and we've been out again.

Fast forward to last night, and I'm sneaking in an hour before I have to be at a meeting at 7:00. I'm on Davis again and psssst. Crap!! I change the flat and head towards the house. I get back across Precinct Line Road and am headed back through Colleyville. Psssst. OH NO! I call another friend who lives in this neighborhood. He is able to hook me up. I walk in just as the meeting as getting started.

Guess its time for a new rear tire.