Louis
10-05-2008, 10:14 PM
I got a late start on my ride today, and I knew that I was barely going to make it back before sunset. I was 50 minutes in, at what was just about my farthest point from home, when I hit a smallish rock with my front wheel. About 20 yards later I heard that nasty phishh, phishh, phishh sound with each revolution of the tire. It was either a sidewall tear or a snake-bite flat.
I walked over to a grassy patch to take a look, but for some reason did not feel motivated to fix the flat so I started to think about just hitching a ride home. 1) I'm still not quite 100% because I'm recovering from a cold, 2) I had a longish ride yesterday, so I was thinking, well, maybe this is enough for the weekend 3) I was in a valley and there was a range of hills to the west and the sun was already below the ridge line so it was not terribly light.
Just the same, I took the wheel off and tried to pump up the tire to figure out where exactly the leak was. After messing around a bit with this I decided that by the time I get it fixed even if I start riding, I won't be able to make it home due to darkness anyway (it's pretty dangerous riding in the dark around here unless you have big-time lights, and I had none at all). So I decided to start walking, figuring that someone would give me a lift.
What I hadn't considered is that 1) It was a late Sunday afternoon, and 2) I was on a super low-traffic country road. I ended up walking (in my thin socks) about 1.5 miles without seeing a car in either direction. I then turned onto a county highway which I knew would have more traffic. Sure enough, after about 100 yards of walking somebody in a Jeep (with a bike rack) stopped. To make a long story shorter, because he couldn't take me all the way home and I had to do more walking before finding someone who did take me all the way, (Russ - if you ever read this, thanks for turning around and going as far out of your way as you did!!!) I ended up walking at least 2.5 miles total and now have the beginnings of blisters on the heels of both feet...
MORAL OF THE STORY: In most cases, it's probably best to just fix the darn flat and ride home. At least you won't have to walk.
Louis
I walked over to a grassy patch to take a look, but for some reason did not feel motivated to fix the flat so I started to think about just hitching a ride home. 1) I'm still not quite 100% because I'm recovering from a cold, 2) I had a longish ride yesterday, so I was thinking, well, maybe this is enough for the weekend 3) I was in a valley and there was a range of hills to the west and the sun was already below the ridge line so it was not terribly light.
Just the same, I took the wheel off and tried to pump up the tire to figure out where exactly the leak was. After messing around a bit with this I decided that by the time I get it fixed even if I start riding, I won't be able to make it home due to darkness anyway (it's pretty dangerous riding in the dark around here unless you have big-time lights, and I had none at all). So I decided to start walking, figuring that someone would give me a lift.
What I hadn't considered is that 1) It was a late Sunday afternoon, and 2) I was on a super low-traffic country road. I ended up walking (in my thin socks) about 1.5 miles without seeing a car in either direction. I then turned onto a county highway which I knew would have more traffic. Sure enough, after about 100 yards of walking somebody in a Jeep (with a bike rack) stopped. To make a long story shorter, because he couldn't take me all the way home and I had to do more walking before finding someone who did take me all the way, (Russ - if you ever read this, thanks for turning around and going as far out of your way as you did!!!) I ended up walking at least 2.5 miles total and now have the beginnings of blisters on the heels of both feet...
MORAL OF THE STORY: In most cases, it's probably best to just fix the darn flat and ride home. At least you won't have to walk.
Louis