May 7th, 2008

me with cats

The only constant thing is change, except from a vending machine...

I was told never to alter anything just before a super long bike ride. A century is not the time to find out that your new helmet gives you a headache, for instance. So I purposely didn't put on the new tires, even though she really did need them.

I'm thinking, now, that jinxed me into the two flats. I had somehow collected enough glass in a strip of rubber the width of my thumb to rebuild the beer bottle.

Bike now has her fresh tires and spiffy pristine white handlebar tape. She looks new again!

Now I'm realizing a folly of double-booking on my part for Sunday the 18th: Do the Strawberry Fields Forever century or the Running of the Salmon for Bay to Breakers?