Saturday, June 13, 2009
It may be cloudy and cool, but for a Nebraskan, that's a good day in June to get out and be active. I'm all giddy this morning because I FINALLY got my bicycle's flat tire fixed.
It must be at least a year ago that my sister called me up on a Sunday morning asking if I wanted to go riding with her. I said sure, then went to the garage to prep my bike for the ride, and discovered the rear tire was not only pancake-flat, it wouldn't hold air when I pumped it in.
I concluded it must have suffered the puncture when I had ridden partway through the neighborhood the week before with my son, to lead him to the nearest trail home to his apartment. This was a watershed moment... he wanted his bike at his place so he could ride instead of drive (remember gas prices last Summer, folks?)
Anyway, lazy woman that I am, I didn't get it fixed. It was a three mile walk to the nearest bike shop, I'm not a fix it herself kind of gal. My feet were still hurting from an injury I took on when I tripped over the dog, don't you know?
And while I have a bike rack to strap to the car, I don't trust it much. Millions of excuses, right? Well, last Sunday, my son pointed out that a new branch of one of the larger bike shops in town had relocated less than a mile from my home. NO MORE EXCUSES.
Now I have a working bicycle. Look out, trails, OneKidsMom is on the loose.