The first day of Spring! And I can focus on losing 15 pounds of winter fat (no excuses; I know better).
I saddled up Kash on Wednesday to drop him off at the Local Bike Shop for the annual tune-up. I could do it myself but (a) our small-town LBS’s need all the financial support they can get, and (b) I’ve got zero mechanical skills. The family knows by now to go to The Bride when it’s time to assemble anything more complicated than a spork.
So I’m breezing along down Koontz towards the Bike Habitat and the front tire goes flat. Guess who doesn’t have his tire-changing gear? It was a nice walk home.
This afternoon, Dollar and I are cruising down Fifth Street and the left pedal comes apart (WTH). The Bride is in Reno. Dropped off Dollar at the Bike Smith and it was a nice walk home.
I got an old Giant with flat tires in the garage that was bought years ago for commuting. Does it break the curse or do bad things happen in threes? I’ll let you know.
[Edit: I got a few miles in on the Giant on Monday (3/22/10). It’s a nice ride but there’s no way to look cool on it.]