Flat tire before my big trip
30.09.2008
Today was probably the worst day in the history of the world to get a flat tire on my bike. I'm leaving for Thailand tomorrow and what happens on the way to work today? Oh yeah, ftt ftt ftt that's not my bike making that noise, it must be a passing car. Ohhhhhh no, it's getting harder to pedal. Dammit. Yep, it's me making that noise. I try to change my tire at a nearby gas station with my keys. I succeed in completely devastating my tire rims, but I fail to get the tire off. Wow. OK. What now? I'm almost late for work, so I park my bike outside of the closed bike store, 1 km down the street from where I got a flat, and take the bus the rest of the way to work. I manage to hop back down there at lunch and ride back in record time. Despite the attitude the guy in the store is giving me. He found out that my spare tube also had a flat, so if I had managed to change it myself this morning, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. So I tie up all kinds of loose ends at work, and then head to the dentist. He activates my retainer and I go home, cook up an old frozen pizza (there's nothing else good in the fridge). I pack up the rest of my crap, educat Annalise on the responsibility of taking care of Alpenhorn, say goodbye to my dad, mom and Keith and then go to bed early.
