Punctuating an errand
I went over to Noah’s Bagels for a dozen bagels at noon, and on the way back home (and after being positively dumped on with rain and a tiny bit of hail for about 11 miles of the loop) I was just coming down on the Westmoreland side of the Bybee bridge when the rear tire made a satisfyingly large *poof* sound, followed by instantaneously going flat.
Fortunately I was only about 4 blocks from home (three blocks from home when I decided that the tire was just too flat to ride on in) so it was easier for me to just hoist the bike up on my shoulder, run it home, then pull out the trek and gallop over to Llewellyn to pick up the bears. It was only after I returned that I took a look and realized that I would have no problem finding where the flat was this time.
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I’m guessing that the tire must have flipped the point up when it hit the head, and that was the end of the story.
It was better than my second flat today; I was riding the trek down to the store and the front tire gave out (I found a pinch-puncture on the tube) and I realized it must be flat because the bicycle had fallen into a long sinous wiggle that I could not stop (because the sidewalls were alternately folding over on themselves and tipping the front wheel from one side to the other.) I had to stop by the side of the road and replace the tube (while hoping that it wouldn’t start raining until I finished.)
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That’s quite impressively thorough, yeah. Yikes.
Seems like a wildly improbable angle for the screw to get picked up on, but I suppose flats are like that.