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This was not one of our better days. We had climbing, headwinds, heat, rumble strips, and my first two flats. Mileage was a little longer than planned, because we rode a couple miles west to get to breakfast, the a couple miles back east to the beginning of the route. 75 miles isn't normally a long day, but we climbed about 1500 feet to Emigrant Pass. It was one of those climbs that went on forever, kept looking like it was just about to end, but didn't. I caught a wire somewhere on the climb, and ended up walking the last 100 feet or so to the rest area at the top of the pass, still running about 20 pounds of pressure. There was a bonus sag stop at the top of the pass, so I got to change the tire in style. Unfortunately, I failed to center the wheel when I put it back on, so the tire was rubbing against the frame for the next 10 miles. Oops. Not good for the tire, the paint job, or performance. The second sag stop was next to a Subway. It's sad when I really look forward to Subway. The ride used to go through the Carlin Tunnel, but the Deptartment of Transportation threatened to arrest people last year. So we went around the mountain, along a nice quiet flat coutnry road, which just happened to dead-end at the interstate. On the wrong side of the interstate. So we had to run across both lanes of the highway. Nice. On the other side, I picked up a piece of glass, also in the rear tire. I'd just changed to a "self-healing" tube. It hadn't lost much pressure, but it was still hissing and bubbling, and I didn't feel like waiting around to see if it would actually seal the puncture, so I patched it. Oveall, it was a long ride into town. I was really beat, but the first thing I did when I got in was laundry, even before showering. |
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