Luddite
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I did a 110km race earlier this year, called the Race of Six Friends. 2000m of climbing, 20km on gravel. My team of six (hence the name) had eight flats.
Yesterday, I went out with the bunch. Seven flats in the bunch over 70km. I rode over glass, flatted. Checked the tire, switched to my spare tube, good to go. Missed a shard of glass in a different spot on the tire. Patched my tube, used my second C02 cannister to inflate it. Just as I was putting the tire back onto the wheel, I told the bunch to go on ahead - my man needed to open the shop. I didn't seat the tire's bead properly, so fucked up the inflation. 30km from home. No spare tube, no more CO2, no pump.
Cold train ride home.
This morning was perfect though. 105km, 870 m climbing according to MapMyRide (though my friend's Strava log says 17,04m gain, so who knows).
Yesterday, I went out with the bunch. Seven flats in the bunch over 70km. I rode over glass, flatted. Checked the tire, switched to my spare tube, good to go. Missed a shard of glass in a different spot on the tire. Patched my tube, used my second C02 cannister to inflate it. Just as I was putting the tire back onto the wheel, I told the bunch to go on ahead - my man needed to open the shop. I didn't seat the tire's bead properly, so fucked up the inflation. 30km from home. No spare tube, no more CO2, no pump.
Cold train ride home.
This morning was perfect though. 105km, 870 m climbing according to MapMyRide (though my friend's Strava log says 17,04m gain, so who knows).