|Sounds about right|
Monday. As if that's not bad enough (kidding, I don't actually have anything against Mondays), I was met by another flat as I checked the bike prior to riding in this morning.
Yepp, another flat.
Well, no time like the present to really learn the art of changing tires, so I decided to have a very local competition with myself to see if I could beat the half hour it took me Friday to change the tire - and get it 100% right this time around.
Since I couldn't get myself to believe that this was yet another random shard of glass (or mystery flat - like the one on Friday), I inspected the tire really, really thoroughly. I inflated the old inner tube - and lo and behold - there was a very detectable hole in it. I traced it back to the ballpark area on the tire and removed the tire completely. I then turned the tire inside out.
I felt the tire up and down like it was a cheap prom date - nothing - until I felt the world's tiniest piece of glass poking through. The sneaky bastard was so small I couldn't see it, just feel it. Obviously I had no idea whether it came out or not visually speaking, since all I could do was push in the general area to try and remove it. After some amount of prying, I couldn't feel anything anymore so I put the tire back on. Easier said than done.
The new inner tube was coated with talcum powder for easier tube change, but after battling with the tire I was more covered in talc than I have ever been in my entire life. It seems the inner tube manufacturer has taken a page from the BDSM crowd. I'll tell you why.
|Rubber guy's outfit|
|Rubber inner tube - see the resemblance?|
Rubber guy: Do you like my outfit?
Me: How on earth did you get into that thing?
Rubber guy: *slightly confused over this turn of the conversation*
Me: I mean, as far as I can see there's only one entrance to your rubber suit and rubber must be very difficult to get into when you start sweating and all.
Rubber guy: I covered myself in talcum powder.
Me: Ooooo! That makes sense. That's really clever - but isn't it extremely warm in there?
Rubber guy stands up and leaves.
|Not the wite powder you snort|
So after a whole lot of swearing, I got the tire back on. Massaged it +Seb K style to ensure it wouldn't go *bump* *bump* like last time. This massaging resulted in me being covered in even more talc.
Oh, and that very local competition with myself - I won. 20 minutes! Flat! (haha, very punny).