...and sometimes the asphalt eats you.
I heard the kid down the street today yelling after The Boys that he already knows how to ride a bike without a helmet. He was wondering why The Boys hadn’t figured that out yet.
Today I went out for a little lunchtime jaunt. The menu selection was all the dirt between Yankton Trail and Tuthill Park plus the climb at Tuthill. The first time my front tire went flat I fixed it and contemplated turning back. It's risky to continue with a compromised front tube (rimstrip issue) and I've had a terrible time with flats this season.
I finished the out portion of the ride, made the turn at the top of the hill and completed the 40mph descent of the sliding hill.
On the way back when I leaned to turn I discovered that my front had gone flat again. That is to say, I leaned but instead of responding like a tire should, it folded over on itself, the bike jerked violently and deposited me on the ground. Throw in a lunch time audience on Cliff Ave for extra humiliation.
After my head bounced of the asphalt I remember thinking how glad I was to be wearing a helmet. In the time it took to come to a stop I realized I could push my helmet covered head into the ground to reduce the amount of skin that was being removed from my shoulder.
Helmets are handy, better get a new one. Oops, don’t have one for tomorrow - but I have something for the kid next time he comes over.