The afternoon bike ride was my last-ditch effort to improve my spirit, instead it nearly broke it completely.
In East Decatur, near Sam’s Crossing, I hit a pothole at speed. It just felt bad, but I rolled through the intersection that I was speeding to get through thinking I had dodged a bullet. Not forty yards later the front tire was clearly losing air, so I stopped. I put in a new tube, and after fearing that my CO2 pump was broken, I finally figured out how it worked. I put CO2 into the new tube, which immediately deflated. This brand new tube had a weak spot that blew. If you know me you know that I am not one to take risks, so I had another brand new tube in my seat pack, along with two more CO2 cartridges. The entire time I worked using the second replacement tube I worried that it would fail and I would have to walk home in my cycling shoes since none of the people I could call for a ride home were available. Fortunately I succeeded and limped home, cutting off about eight miles of intended riding.
Once at home I found out that the ride I signed up to ride on Sunday has been postponed a week due to the hurricane / tropical storm. Of course I cannot ride that weekend. I wonder if I did something incredibly unusual and sprung for the insurance; no, I did not.
I solved today’s Wordle in four attempts; my starter today was BULKY