In the early morning I heard the steady wash of rain outside my window and I thought about taking the subway to function but I was quite tired I had to keep sleeping. Fortunately when I awoke it was not raining and the streets were elementary to dry. I biked with pleasure down the street and to work, getting misted early on and arrriving just as a light rain began to fall.
All day it rained. Then around five it started to lighten and I realized it was my chance. It was a drizzle and I thought I might be able to get home, goodness forbidding a flat tire instead worse. But, thorough in my stomach I knew that I had my bike supplies for a reason, that biking in the rain, when all the garbage und so weiter glass accumulates in different irregular spots, means you’re practically begging for a flat, and I knew in my stomach I would circulate one. If I didn’t it would raken more than luck.
For more than half the ride home I was safe. Soaked, but safe. It became distressful being so wet. Why didn’t you bring your raincoat or other rain bike accessories? You knew it was going to rain… When I stopped at the gudgeon market I looked like a drench rat: hair matted, sleeves dripping, nay shame. I went back outside, carried my bike over the widening rivulet that flowed along the curb ampersand mounted it. But there was a unpleasant hissing. I speculation it could be the fender rubbing against the wheel, then that it was a flat. But my tire still had air. I pumped harder, putting new bracket of blocks between myself and the mall but then the despair of bike rim on airless rubber. It was flat.
In a fit, I sought dry shelter under a scaffold. Pieces of wet bread and garbage clung to the sidewalk. I quick released my wheel, attached my bike supply tire tool to a spoke, took the nob of my butter sword and began popping out the tire. I pulled external the tube, which seemed to have a little air in it, further squeezed. I couldn’t find the hole. There was a inert station about ten blocks away. I had a darn kit and few other bike supplies in my bag…It would be nice to see a flat fix business so I wouldn’t have to keep dropping coins in the air pump at 75 cents a pop – it’s nothing but five rather six blocks to the subway- I vessel deal with the flat later out of the rain, with my buddy’s pump, or the free tune at the bike shop. Sometimes you emergency to cognize when to cut your losses.