Showing posts with label flats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flats. Show all posts

Monday, November 3, 2008

Merde

So the Jetta went in for new bearings today.  Dammit.

We decided to take an emergency bike ride.  And that really helped.  We went up Minnehaha to Cedar and picked up a few things from Midwest Mountaineering.  Which was pretty cool, we ran into Kevin.  

Shannon found a nice hat and I found some gloves that will be nice when it gets colder out.  Since the car just needed further repairs, I passed on the gloves for now.

But after perusing the sporting goods store, we went to the Town Hall brewery for lunch.  I had two and a half pints of the house stout, and Shannon had the triple and a stout.  To eat, I had the 7 corners burger since we had just been to 7 corners hardware this morning.  We went there looking for locktite which we found, but I also showed Shannon which drills I liked there.  There are two Mikita and one Milwaukee drills I think would be nice.  One of the Mikita drills is pretty small, and only 2 amps, but it also weighs damn near nothing.  And the other two were much much larger, with the second handle and everything.  The burger though, was awesome.  Shannon had the pumpkin soup and brat special which rivaled the burger.

The stout was smooth without being sweet or heavy.  We'll have to go back.

On our way home, we needed to rest a bit.  Mostly, I was having trouble going in a straight line.  But as we were sitting next to someone's bronzed work boots a couple came pushing their bikes by asking for directions to the Hub.  But what they clearly needed was a patch and a pump.  

I had a pump but sadly couldn't find my patch kit anywhere.  So another rider gave us a glueless patch and we put everything back together.  And I told them where they should be going for their bicycle needs.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Biking across the river

So Monday I had my first flat tire in 7 years.  Thats right the last time I had a flat tire on my bike was during Freshman year.  That time the valve stem popped off.

For a flat this time I was flying down the hill from Minnehaha Park towards Fort Snelling, and underneath Highway 5 there are always small rocks, one of which found my back wheel appealing.

During the 15 minutes it took for me to flip the bike, pull the wheel and patch the hole, like 20 people asked if I had everything I needed.  (I have to say the change to mustache bars from noodle bars is awesome (I don't like aero brakes and the cables made it "impossible" flip the bike without crushing the housing) for changing tires).

Over the weekend we kept a tally of people who said hello to those who didn't on the Great Rivers trail.  12/17.  

Does this mean that people in the evening in Minneapolis are more Minnesota nice than morning people in Mendota?  I think it has more to do with the fact that I wasn't a grinning goon on an old French bike, but a fellow cyclist with the rubber side up.