Flat Tire

As I coasted down the hill I could tell something was wrong. Rain was dripping off the hood of my jacket and onto my face making it difficult to see ahead and ensuring all my concentration was focused on keeping my bike on the road and out of the ditch.

I applied the breaks slowly as to not spin out and drifted through the green light before I could pull over to the side of the road and inspect the damage. I assumed I had a flat tire, and I was right. The wind picked up and the rain continued to come down as cars sped by me. 2012-10-26 12.09.45

I called Kim to come get me and take me to work since I was already running late and had no time to repair the tire.

And then I waited.

I was disappointed, cold and grumpy. It seems like I’ve had 8-10 flat tires since I began riding about a year ago, which is probably normal given the route I take to work includes several high traffic roads and an overpass with lots of debris off to the side of the road. I try to avoid it as best I can, but that’s not always possible.

Kim would have to get Taran and Kai ready before coming to get me, and that takes time. I was getting colder and more grumpy by the minute. When Kim arrived, I noticed she’d packed dry clothing for me. That’s what I said something stupid:

“I wish you had just come instead of take the time to gather my stuff.”

Just two years ago I was spending 12 to 15 hours a week commuting to Redmond to a job I couldn’t stand. Today I work for a company I love, working alongside great people, doing a job I enjoy. Not only that but I can bike the six miles to work each day instead of spending two days worth of work in traffic each week.

I came home from work last night and cleaned off my bike and replaced the tube. Today I rode home from work in one of the better rain storm we’ve had in a while. I must have been lugging an extra 5 lbs. worth of water as I removed my rain jacket and pants and tossed them in the dryer.

My perspective had changed since I made an insensitive remark. I wish it hadn’t taken a full day to realize my mistake. Maybe next time it won’t.

Next month I’ll be riding around the streets of Ivins, Utah.

I think I’ll miss the occasional rain storms and my friends but I hope I’ll have fewer flat tires than I do today.