Blow Out

3 flats in two months. About a mile and a half into my ride to work I heard that dismal hiss that can only mean I'm gonna be a walkin' soon. It happened just as I was bump bumpin' over the railroad tracks on 43rd street. As soon as I realized I was hearing it, and after I did the ridiculous look around to see if there was another place it could be coming from, it turned into a full on shooosh and my front tire went completely flat. It immediately occurred to me that I had stashed a tube at work, and had a patch kit and pump at home, but at the moment I was pretty much out of luck. Luckily - a cell phone call got me a ride home from Shawnie and I drove on into work. Lesson learned. I made a trip to Bob's bikes at lunch. The same girl was behind the counter that told me to buy two spare tubes and keep one with me at all times. I offered my story before she could notice I was back for my second tube so soon. I bought a little carry with you kind of pump as well.