I want to thank Lrudlrick for lugging my bike for nearly 40 blocks home. His bicep has been throbbing for two days since the fateful day I got a flat.
Since everyone was leaving the city for the first weekend of summer, we thought staying in would be the best bet. Besides, all we wanted was RnR which we did get, except for the flat.
So we spent the entire weekend biking around Manhattan. The city was so quiet that I completely forgot how much noise my poor ears filter during a regular day here. The ladies on the train who do not understand the concept of decibel control were the only cogs in my otherwise quiet weekend. Ok, that and the flat tire.
I was slowly mastering riding on and off curbs when poof! Of course, Lrudlrick was three blocks ahead of me. Hubby looked at it and we quietly began our 30+ block walk home. See, it was Sunday and it was after 5pm. Every bike shop in the area was closed. So we walked. Like Smurfs, we trudged up and down.
So thank you, Lrudlrick, for carrying my bike. I’ll make you another compress tonight.
In related bike news, I rode on the street next to crazy taxis! My heart never pounded so hard in my life. Oh, and sorry to the guy sitting in the red hatchback. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I just need leverage and your car was there.