THERE IS AN OLD JOKE, about how many Masters racers it takes to fix a flat tire.  And, no, it's not a joke about being old.  It has to do with being...

... something entirely different.

On our ride yesterday, we experienced the rare flat.  

It had been so long, we had to chip the rust off the old group protocol for when a flat happens.

  • Do we stop?
  • All of us?
  • Do we help?
  • How much?
  • Do we wait?
  • If so, how long?
  • Can we ride super slow?

Concurrently, I was feeling quite flat yesterday...

... as well as the day before, and the day before that.

It happens.

From time to time, I get to deal with the old depression demon.  Feeling like there is no air in my life.

Which brings me back to the joke.

How many masters racers does it take to fix a flat?

One, and the rest to watch and mock and laugh.

At least that's how it feels when you're trying to be efficient and quickly change a flat and too proud to ask for help.

The thing is,
just having one friend
do something as simple as...

  • hold your bike
  • fish out your tube or patch
  • check inside the tire for glass
  • get the pump or inflator ready to air up
  • take your wheel off and help put it back on

... makes all the difference in the world.

Even if you don't want the help,
want to show how proficient you are...

... It is best to receive and to give help graciously ...

... if you want to inflate things back and get going.


7.2ish hrs
Full RaceDay circuit + short jog
20 minutes recovery
60 minutes reading + Journaling