The joys of personal transport
Today is a nice sunny day in Portland, so (after not going to sleep until very late because the cutest horsemen of the apocolypse didn't go to sleep until 11:30pm) I decided to ride my bicycle. Which had a flat. And when I tried to pump up the tire, the valve stem broke off. Which made the tire useless. Spares? Yes! Er, 14 years old. No.
At least when the bus has a flat tire someone else fixes it.