By now you must have guessed, I got a flat on last Saturday’s ride, … sorta. On Friday, after a little deliberation I did exchange the worn Jack Browns for the pair of less worn Panaracer Pasela’s. Turns out we had a blue bird day (pretty much) so the added traction really wasn’t necessary (the old ‘take your raincoat along to avoid rain’ syndrome).
Note I mentioned a flat, … sorta. I actually had a slow leaker, late in the ride. Now I normally don’t mess around with that 'pumping up' stuff. It’s a flat or it isn’t. But in this case I was just 24 miles from the finish, I was tired, and that tire had been getting low for most of 100 miles or so it seemed. So when I came off Bordeaux and turned onto Mima-Gate road I stopped to put on my raincoat, have a little bite of bonk protection, and pumped up, thinking this should get me to the finish. I figured it was a microscopic offender nestled somewhere in the canyons between those huge tread lugs, and the light was getting dim as the day wore on, and I was tired, and, and, and. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Three more stops to pump up and I was crossing the finish, more exasperated than exhausted. One thing about those slow leakers, the more you ride on them the faster they leak.
The next day the tire was still soft but not flat. When I pulled it off I discovered the tire had an old cut to which I had at some time applied some form of boot which was mysteriously missing. I cleaned it up (got rid of the adhesive residue etc) and applied my last piece of Park tire boot material, patched the tube and put things back together.
So now I’ve said it: I got a FLAT, a FLAT TIRE befelled me, I had to repair a FLAT. I also re-learned my lesson about slow leakers; no more messin’ around with those, it’s a FLAT or it’s not, no in between.
PS: I mowed the lawn today,
If you are up to your knees in snow and ice or your house is sliding off the hillside from all the rain, don't blame me, blame the little one, El Nino.