I pulled my mountain bike out of the mothballs a couple of weeks ago and was amazed that my tires still held air. Yesterday, the little situation above put a halt to my amazement. John and I were on the way to hook up with the Smoky Mountain Wheelman for their Monday night greenway ride when the flat occurred. We were about 8 miles from John’s house and neither of us had a tube to replace the flat…shame, shame.
Since we were already on the greenway, we pushed our bikes to the nearest “exit” and called John’s son to pick us up. Nothing more embarrassing than having a child bail you out of a situation caused by your own stupidity. Whoops!
