Just as I was thinking, “I forgot my pump, maybe I should turn around and go back” a big staple punctured my rear tire. I was too far (or too lazy – who can say?) to walk home, so I called Torb for a rescue. “Can you bring my pump?” and, “What the heck, while you’re at it, bring the floor pump.” I had just extracted the tire from the rim and the staple from the tube as my hero arrived. This afternoon, I vow to go buy a pump (or two) with a “dohickey” for attaching it to the bike frame. My previous “pump carrying thingmabob” disappeared when my commuter bike was stolen last spring. Never again will a seasoned bike traveller, like myself, head out without a pump.

morning commute
22.2km, 1h:02 + 25min to leisurely change flat
Excuse: my commuter tires have an insane bead
afternoon commute
still to come