1.20.2005
puncture
Well, thank goodness it's not raining.
I just got back from Godstow, where we train to row. We got off the water at 8:30, but thanks to a little pit of flatness in my bike tire (or, in England, tyre), I couldn't cycle home. In fact, with the nice puncture in my front tire, I couldn't even roll the bike home without shredding the rubber. So I just walked 3.7 miles while carrying my bike. It took me an hour. An hour I could have spent working, at hall having breakfast, or sleeping. But which I did not want to use carrying a rather heavy bike.
And of course the busses won't take bikes on board. Grrr... but as one person at the bus stop said, at least it's not raining. And hey, the day can only go up from here, right? Please don't prove me wrong...
I just got back from Godstow, where we train to row. We got off the water at 8:30, but thanks to a little pit of flatness in my bike tire (or, in England, tyre), I couldn't cycle home. In fact, with the nice puncture in my front tire, I couldn't even roll the bike home without shredding the rubber. So I just walked 3.7 miles while carrying my bike. It took me an hour. An hour I could have spent working, at hall having breakfast, or sleeping. But which I did not want to use carrying a rather heavy bike.
And of course the busses won't take bikes on board. Grrr... but as one person at the bus stop said, at least it's not raining. And hey, the day can only go up from here, right? Please don't prove me wrong...
