Now that I bike to work again, I managed 2.5 rides between work and my home without incident. This morning, my rear tire popped. Adding injury to destruction, I whanged my ankle on a pedal while walking the thing through the metro stop. So I’m bikeless for a bit, and now I hobble. Hobble hobble.
The bike ride is pretty nice from my new place, actually. I live at the top of a hill, which means I get to spend the first part of my morning flying downhill (in my impaired morning state, this is triply exciting) and trying not to think about how I’m going to get back up. Commonwealth Ave has nice fat bike lanes, so I am not in as much danger of being run over as I feared. This makes it a pretty ideal biking artery from Mt. Vernon/Del Ray to southern Alexandria. Russell Rd and Mt. Vernon have much more traffic, and much less room.
Ecocheap (nee Biking Person) already had saved me a set of spare tires, since he thought mine looked suspect, though (since I have the best friends). We can replace my back tire tomorrow, and I’ll be back on the roads, puff puff.
If you see me, do give an encouraging smile. I’ll be the one walking up the big hills.