DH and I and a friend signed up to ride what used to be the MS150 (now called BikeMS: Bike to the Beach) from San Antonio to Corpus. I'm really trying to get my ass on the bike more and up my mileage.
Sadly, the Bike Gods were not on my sided this week. On Monday, my friend Rich, who always bikes with us brought his girlfriend. I was excited about this because she has said she wants to come out with us. She crashed. And broke her arm.
Wednesday, I was going to go out by myself and ride (Armando is out of town this week), but I needed to put the front tire back on my bike (we took it off when we put the bikes in my car to bring back to the house after Susan broke her arm). And I can't get the front brake connected, it's too stiff. So I gave up, and decided to try to get one more bike ride in on another weekday evening.
Which brings me to today. I called Rich, and got him to fix my front brake. He wasn't able to ride tonight, but I figured I would be ok. It was hot as hell outside, but I wanted to get a longer ride in, so I left right after work. And about halfway into the 15 mile ride, I got a flat tire. Fuck.
It ended up turning out ok. I was able to call friends to come and rescue me, but it was pretty frustrating. I know that we need to start biking more and more if we are going to be ready for this ride in October, and I was actually motivated to get out there and do it tonight. Oh well, we have a ride scheduled for Sunday morning. Guess I'll just have to get my bike fixed and make up some of those miles then.
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