The Day I Almost Wore Real Shoes to Work
Today, for the first time since I moved to California, I put on socks. And real shoes. I was even going to wear them to work–for this was to be Bike to Work Day: Part Deux! Why so long between attempts? Well, I needed a couple of days to recover after the last one and then went to Greece for two weeks. Now back in the US of A, it was time to try to bike to work again. I made it about a mile and a half before I noticed that my tires seemed a little flat.No worries! I’ve got one of those little frame-mounted pumps. I pumped up the back tire without incident. I pumped up the front tire… and then, while trying to remove the pump from the tire, I ripped the air nozzle off the tube. No more pressurization. No more front tire. So, I was pretty much stranded, with two choices: walk 2 miles further to work, or walk 1.5 miles back home and then drive to work. I chose option #2–no need to be stranded at work to make things worse.
So after trudging home a mile and a half (thank goodness I wore real shoes!), I was already half an hour later to work than I intended to be. After dropping off the remains of my poor bike, grabbing some Gatorade, and switching into comfier shoes (yay flip flops), I was off to work. I got it at around 10:40… and was still the first one here. My lone co-worker arrived 10 minutes later.
I think $30 investment in the decade-old bike has paid all its going to pay. This weekend I think I’ll hit the bike shop and get a real bike–and one that’s more comfortable and specifically fitted to me.






