Truls, my husband, was determined to participate in this annual Bike To Work Day event. He thought he’d first make sure things were going smoothly by riding the girls to school with the double tagalong in the morning. Unfortunately, that didn’t pan out when one of the tires was flat – and the minutes were ticking off to school start time. So, he hurried them into the car for the short ride to school.
I thought that may have discouraged him somewhat. It didn’t seem to be a great start to such plans for the day. But his mountain bike seemed fine. Tires were inflated. His route was mapped out. Extra clothes were packed into a backpack. Emergency tire repair kit was equipped. He was ready to go. He figured it would take about 1.5 hours to get there.
About 45 minutes later, I got a call. He’d just fixed one puncture and then just got another. He didn’t have another inner tube for his bike but as he spoke with me on the phone, a passerby told him a bike shop was just down the street and around the corner. Never mind the call, he said. He would hike his bike down the street and fix the second flat of the morning ride.
Most of the ride itself was along the Los Gatos Creek Trail – egrets and other natural beauty lined his route. He was really enjoying the experience. He had high hopes for the ride home from work that afternoon. Two tire punctures in the morning – perhaps the worst was over.
The girls and I just got home from Tae Kwon Do class. I was demonstrating how to make a banana split to Songwriter when I got the call. No help for him this time…his bike chain had broken. Ugh. I felt bummed for him. I know he was looking forward to coasting into the driveway at the end of the day. Luck was not on his side. Oh well. There’s always next year.