one more for the road (or not)
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
I hopped on my bike this morning, raring to get to the office early to catch up for the day I'd missed yesterday.
I was ~400 metres from home when I had a flat. Happily, I'd stopped to take some photos on the way, so I didn't get too far from home. I decided to turn around and walk it home rather than change the tire where I was.
I'd been riding on one of the tubes I'd patched, and was not entirely surprised that it had gone flat -- the patch had spanned two suspiciously parallel splits in the tube and I wasn't sure that the small patch would do the trick.
It turned into a long day at the office. I didn't leave 'til well over ten hours had passed; the icing on a bad week's cake.