Tiring Day

A bunch of us met Sunday to do some short rides through Griffith Park. It was not a good day for tires.

We split up into two groups. Sara was in my group, but she headed back to the cars a little bit early. Apparently she was complaining that "her bike was slow." Uh huh. Sure. We've all heard THAT one before. Yes, your bike was out late partying the night before and was riding a little sluggish today. When she got back to the car, Gerald suggested she check her tire pressure: 70 psi. Which basically means it must have felt like riding through mud. Well what do you know, the problem WAS the bike! Next time I'm feeling winded, when I'm done I'm going to secretly let some of the air out of my tires and then check the pressure in front of everybody. It will provide a good excuse.

Steve had it worse: he had an actual flat tire. He discovered it right after he got back to his car. The sad part is that it took five us to figure out how to take the wheel off. In our defense we didn't have the right tools with us, but still, it was kind of embarrassing for all us. We did manage to collectively change the tire. Eventually.

Click here for a photo of brilliant mechanics trying to figure out what to do.