IF THERE IS A SEASON FOR FLAT TIRES, it's right now. I felt bad for Charlie. He'd gotten up early and hustled down to the start of our ride to put in some fast racepace miles and flatted. I didn't see it, just got the report...
It's 7... let's go.
Just around the corner.
You didn't wait?
Nope... I waited for a flat on Tuesday and missed the ride.
We always leave on time, and as a group we never stop for flats... those lucky enough to have a friend on the ride might have the good fortune to have help for a speed flat fix. But we aren't friends... at least not on the rides.
This no stopping policy isn't true on all rides just the hard rides. I think that's because we are all too lazy to do intervals alone and use these rides in lieu of such idiocy.
Pete flatted later in the ride. I stopped. What a hypocrite I am! Kinda... Pete and I friends, sure, but my son Trevor is getting back into riding and had been shelled on the 133. Here was a chance to help a friend and wait for my kid - who is not really a kid.
Peter got rolling and I turned around to find T... called, but no answer.
Then a ring.
Where are ya?
I'm up by the toll road. You?
We took a short cut.
Cool... I'll see you at the finish.
I guess there are still tales to tell even with flat tires.
Just different ones, not the ones you'd planned on.
Sometimes they are better...