Exciting things are happening all the time out here on the trail. Yesterday, just after a nice relaxing lunch break for sandwiches on the beach, I had the good luck to plow this giant piece of hardware into my back tire.
As soon as I rolled over the screw, my tire flattened with a giant whoosh. I was especially excited to see that I’d managed to get a giant hole in the outer tire and the tube.
Fortunately, Adam and I had prepared for this eventuality by watching a few YouTube videos on changing a flat tire. We had the necessary new tube and tire wrenches and were able to get me up and running again on a new tube within a half hour or so.
We still need to patch the old tube for next time. For now, I’m still riding on my busted tire, too. This is not the best move, but I think our next bike shop won’t be until Charleston, which is still about 80 miles away. Hopefully we can make it there, then find a place where I can get some expert advice and maybe some new tires.