Flat Memories

24 02 2009

Ahhh…commuting. What a love-hate relation I have with thee. This morning at about 5:30am I threw a leg over the Green Monster and made the 12 mile commute up to work for a 6:30 meeting. After an hour and a half of sipping coffee and looking at my watch I was released for their clutches.

Breakfast.

Breakfast.

Cranking away.

Cranking away.

Hug that line, my friends.

Hug that line, my friends.

Bike lanes are good signage place holders.

Bike lanes are good signage place holders.

So as I cross about the half-way point I suddenly feel a little more vibration in the front than I’d like. Sure ’nuff we’re running low. Real low. And no I didn’t bother to bring anything with me that would help out with this problem besides a wallet and a cell phone. I hiked up about two miles to the nearest bike shop which was closed. After another mile the phone came out and soon after the girlfriend appeared.

The long walk begins.

The walk of shame begins.

At least I'm not lost. I guess.

At least I'm not lost. I guess.

Added to today’s list: put together road repair kit in backpack.

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