i spilled apple cider vinegar in my handlebar bag today. that was a highlight. and not that fun magazine for kids. with puzzles and the… well, whatever.
We snuck out of our gracious stay in the wee hours as to not disturb the hosts. they specifically asked us not to do this and our punishment was instant. brother twin had a flat before the end of the street. despite the cold, it was a treat to change it while sipping hot gas station coffee which i’ve developed a strange affinity for. this flat means hero twin steve’s last life. combined we are out of replays. Llano had no patch kits. It is 35 miles to Mason.
Fast forward 6 miles.
My tire goes flat.
despair hits heavy as we assumed the hitch position. hero steve laughed. “the hero twins are no boy scouts.”
i furled my brow. no boy scouts?! defeated by pointy rock?! i despertily begin peeling off old patches from senior twin’s abandoned tube and hastily asphyxiate it to my own (and sexily steve waited by, and piratily a bird flew on). it held. suck an egg, legion of boy scouts.
the road to Mason was darn arduous. darnuous. have the twins truly gotten fat and lazily from our Austin stop? …yes. yes they have. combined with the increasingly aggressive hill country terrain (hill darn!) and gravely shoulders, the twins were moving slower than a june bug in… something that makes it difficult to move in… very fast.
But Mason had patches, even if they are the darndy glueless sort. and its good that they did because half way to the town of Hext we discover my rear had a slow leak. bike jargon is filthy.
we’re camping behind what we think is an abandoned firestation but what we are positive is a very active hunters’ outfitters/ taxidermy shop. steve confessed that he’s never seen “Texas Chainsaw Massacre.” i am jealous of this.
the most amazing sunset of our lives tonight. i understand that is what is said of every sunset, but this one WAS. i fixed the new leak, ate my whole wheat with local honey bread, and dreamt of a new day outside of hill country… heck hills. hero twin kate signing out.
Flat tires suck and I hate fixing them. One way to help avoid it is to take an old beat up tube and cut it along the inner diameter and remove the stem valve. Then wrap your the old beat up tube around your good tube. Instant double walled protection! Not sure what tires you are running but it should give more protection and reduce pinch flats at the price of more weight to rotate. Keep the posts comming, they have been fun to read when it is slow here at B&V