This morning I headed out on the bike at 9:45. One phone call, one bike malfunction, and two flat tires later I arrived home at 1:30. The sad part is that I only road 22 miles. I walked the last two because honestly I was too close to home to rip it all apart again. I'm sunburned, covered with chain tattoos, and you can see for yourself how greasy I got trying to fix the chain.
Even so, all I can say is, "What a glorious day!"
2 comments:
ugh, that sounds horrible.
Well, let's just say prayer works wonders when you can't get the wheel back on. : ) It wasn't really horrible. Just the last two miles of walking in bike shoes.
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