So I walk down this morning with the rollerblades to hit the seawall and what do I see? A flat tire on my bike.
Damn. Well off I go, blade, call Imperial and sure enough they say come down we'll help.
Pump the tire, head out, stop 1/2 way fill up again, get to Imperial and they find a blade in my tire. No way to safely patch it, and with a 800km ride coming up tomorrow, I need to get new tires (front was getting a bit worn anyways). Of course riding a Kan-A-Tuna the sizing is not quite the norm so (with Nancy 'Squire's help) I find some tires. On the Sky train I go to get to Modern. Get tires, huff em back to the skytrain, get them put on.
But I'll be ready for tomorrows big loop. Going out tonight to scrub them in (no chickenstrips tomorrow ) so I'll be ready to ride hard on them.
Hope the Dunlop 220's will treat me well.
On the upside I got to hang out with Nancy who I hadn't met before and Joe & Doug at Imperial get the big thumbs up for trying to help (and running all over to try and find a tire that would fit. At one point it looked like I'd have to put on a race takeoff ).
Crazy day. Thanks for listening to me rant.
P.S.: I'm a firm believer that these things happen for a reason. Perhaps having better tires will safe me from something bad tomorrow. In that case all that money and effort was very worth it.