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I'm riding my my brand new bike and thinking. There's a strange sound. My bike is just two weeks old. It's been a great ride and smooth. I'm ignoring the sound. This path between two suburbs is beautiful and well planned. We've been riding for a bit and I look at my watch to find out 12 miles. This is my longest bike ride yet with three more to go. Maybe the sound will go away. It's been a great ride and smooth. This path between two suburbs is beautiful and well planned.
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The sound didn't go away. My husband's just ahead of me. I'll ask him is something is rubbing on something at the stoplight and let him know about the sound.
I tell him about the sound. He tells me to ride ahead of him and he'll listen for it and then without me moving he says you have a flat tire. I look down and I do. I'm so puzzled by the sound still. It didn't pop. It's not hissing like a slow leak. There's a rhythm to it. A beat of sorts. We peddle a bit up the path and pull over.
Lucky for me - he cycles. He has on the bike; ready to go tool kit and an extra tube that worked enough to get me back the three miles to the van.
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Oops. I predicted the cause as I "heard" your sound. Glad you had a pro nearby!
ReplyDeleteImpressed that you were able to still ride so far on a flat tire! That couldn't have been easy. How frustrating with a brand new bike too ... but you will never forget that rhythm of sound. thwap.
ReplyDeleteHow annoying to have a flat! Thank goodness you weren't alone and were able to "fix" it enough to get back to the car. Hopefully your wheel didn't get bent out of shape.
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