Friday, February 5, 2016

Bad Things Travel In Threes And Why 97% Is Not Enough

Another morning, another flat.
Not how it went down...
As I walked into the garage and performed my routine check on the bike tires, I noticed the rear tire was very deflated. I couldn't find any obvious culprit(s) like a huge nail or a ginormous shard of glass, but didn't want to chance it, so I decided to attempt my very first tire change. I had time to spare and figured it wouldn't take more than 20 minutes.

It took 30.

I didn't remember everything about how to do a tire change so I used my semi good friend YouTube. I just picked the first tutorial that popped up and followed the instructions. Surprise: NOT as straight forward when you do it yourself for the first time as it looked to be at the LBS.

This is the tutorial I used.

The part that took the longest was getting the tire loose. Man, I tried and failed a frustrating number of times until it finally came loose. Then I started taking the inner tube out because I seemed to recall the guys at the LBS saying it would be easier to not take it out completely so I could use the support of tire for the valve. But the tutorial wanted me to remove the entire tire, so I did.

Yes, I did deflate the inner tube prior to getting the tire loose, so when I had taken it out I inflated it again to see if I could find the hole. No such luck.

I have to say I was all proud like when I popped the tire back on the bike - rear tire - without any issues. Yeay! I tested out the brakes and they seemed to function normally.

But as I started biking, I noticed the tire going *bump* *bump*. I thought it might be the different looking valve and that I had inflated the tire too much, but I couldn't see anything as I climbed off to inspect. I figured the tire would adjust itself - or rather hoped it would.

It didn't.

So I stopped - again - to inspect it further. Turned out I almost got it right. But just almost. Like 97% right. The bumping came from not having popped the tire completely in again causing the tire to be deformed. I deflated the tire again in order to pop the tire back in completely, but by then I had run out of time. Instead of fumbling with the CO2 cartridges for the very first time, I decided to just walk the bike back home and deal with that when I return back home later today.

I am proud of myself for almost getting it right. I will take it in to the LBS after I fix it later to make sure I didn't mangle the whole thing.
Not allowed to dig holesat night? Since when is that a law?
On a random note, an actual conversation I had with my elderly neighbors the 6th time in a row that they’ve unexpectedly dropped by to meet hubby and I’ve had to tell them that he’s out of town again:

me: I swear to god he really exists.

neighbors:  Oh, we believe you.

me:  You probably think I’ve chopped him up with an axe and stuffed him under the crawl-space.

neighbors (slightly aghast):   we would never think that.

Me.  Oh.  Well, you probably do now.

neighbors: ?

me:  We don’t even have a crawl-space.

neighbors:  Oh.

me:  Or a shovel.

neighbors:  Well if you ever need to borrow a shovel just let us know.  That’s what neighbors are for!

me:  Well, hubby is still alive.  So…I don’t really need a shovel.

neighbors:  Of course he is.  We just meant if you needed a shovel for…

me:  Oh!  …For non-murderous reasons. Of course.  Got it. Sorry.  I am not a good

neighbors:  Ah.  Well, maybe we’ll stop by again on Saturday.

me:  Awesome.  I’ll be sure to hire someone to pretend to be my husband so it doesn’t look suspicious.

neighbors:  *…*

me:  That was a joke.

neighbors:  Oh.

me:  It wasn’t a very good one.

And then they never came back again.

Happy Friday. My first long bike ride takes place this weekend!

1 comment:

  1. Bowl of water to find the hole in the old tube. You can hold in near your face and see if you can feel the air blowing out, too, then confirm with a bit of spit on the suspected area.
    Old skool, but good skool :-)