then BOOM …it finally happens along a busy stretch of Oracle Road.
So, I pull off the wheel, remove the blown tube and then do a finger check on the inside of the tire to make sure whatever popped it is not still sticking through. I don’t find anything and proceed to put in the new tube.
I am excited because it is the first time I get to use my new CO2 cartridge pump for a quick refill. As the tire fills, right in front of my face I start to see the reason why the first tube popped. The tires are old (1274 miles old) and I see a small slit in the tire getting larger. I quickly try to release the CO2 from the valve so I can relieve the pressure, but alas, I was too late. My new tube blew up right in my face. Had I been able to stop it, I think I could have limped home using the old trick of putting a $1 bill inside the tire where the split occured to protect the tube.
I knew the rear tire was on its last legs and had honestly planned to go and buy a tire after work today, but I was just a little too late. Oh well, I am glad I was heading up hill and not down …that could have spelled disaster.
Four calls in a row and I wake up my wife who comes to pick me up. Thanks to her I didn’t have to walk 5 miles back to the house and still try to get to work on time.
I did buy a new tire and two spare tubes at lunch today.
The moral: Don’t put off till tomorrow that which you know you should do today!
DAA












