another(!) flat tire
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
The thing with the flat tires is getting out of hand. I managed to cycle most of the way home, this time, but this is the third week in a row that's started with a flat.
Now I'm riding on a tube that I've patched myself. A minor sense of experience even if it's along with a large sense of aggravation.
One thing I have to wonder at: why is that when you stop to change your tube on the street, the people around you look at you like must be mad. I mean, people have a tendency to look at me like I'm attempted open heart surgery while sitting on the steps of some building. It's really not that complicated!