Birthday breakfast. Great presents, including a pink King headset and perforated Rolls.
There is almost nothing I like to do more than tinker on bikes. Finally, I have a decent space to do it.
And where I discovered that my TA bottom bracket on my 2004 Mariposa is toast. I mean, kaput. As in grinds around.
So instead of riding the Mariposa on Grand Bois 30s, I took my blue Della Santa with Grand Bois 26s.
And off I went with Green River Road in mind. Miles of no cars, miles of forest, and packed gravel roads.
Ten miles to the greavel, then a few miles in, hisssssss. A flat. I was prepared, of course. Instead of using a spare tube, I patched the snake bite carefully with two patches. I had flatted on this road a few weeks ago. After years of 1 or 2 flats per year, this is my sixth in 2011. (Turns out that I have a burr on the inside of a worn-out rim).
Pumped up the rear. Or tried to. Bam. Silca exploded in my hands. I know all about the horrible reputation of these pumps, but I've used them for 30 years and have never broken one (another rider broke another of mine a few years ago). Well, this one exploded.
No pump. No cell phone coverage. But phone did remind me of my birthday.
Luckily, after a pleasant walk, I ended up a Green River Preserve summer camp where my oldest attended a few years ago. I found a land line, and waited in this glorious meadow for Miss Caprice and the boys to rescue me.