Well It Sure Does Suck

Monday night was the FBC full moon fiasco. I was excited to ride. The rain had stopped, the weather was amazing.

I get ready to leave the house and see that I have a flat tire. I put a new tube in and head off to my friend Julie's house.
We ride to Turtle Park, have a beer, chat with folks.

The ride takes off. I am 3 minutes into it.

Another fucking flat.

I tell Julie to go on without me. I am going to change the flat and head home.

I wanted to still ride. But I also did not want to deal with another flat at 3 in the morning.

Turns out I made the right choice. When I woke up today my tires was once again flat.

I am going to order new tires today. I've had more flats on these tires than all of my other bikes combined ever.

Damn.