The other day, I tried to ride my bicycle. I was going along on a flat road in first gear, which seemed odd. I didn't have that wind-through-the-hair (or through the helmet) feeling, and then a jogger passed me, at which point I realized I probably needed to blow up my tires. Problem is, I didn't have a bike pump. But I sent away for one, and when it arrived, I steeled myself. I have these weird European valves, and I can never manage to do it right. It is unfailingly a maddening process. It stokes my temper. It should be so easy to just blow up a bike tire. But it isn't, and it makes me mad.
But it was Day 19, and I am practically a homesteader now, what with my own personal scallion. So I watched a YouTube video, and took a deep breath. Success! I filled the back tire without incident. But when I went to release the valve on the front tire, it was stuck or broken or something. I had to consult my triathelete friend C, who talked me down and through the process. With a little bit of vegetable oil and some pliers, I was soon victorious and speeding through the neighborhood.
But it was Day 19, and I am practically a homesteader now, what with my own personal scallion. So I watched a YouTube video, and took a deep breath. Success! I filled the back tire without incident. But when I went to release the valve on the front tire, it was stuck or broken or something. I had to consult my triathelete friend C, who talked me down and through the process. With a little bit of vegetable oil and some pliers, I was soon victorious and speeding through the neighborhood.
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