An angry blogger is…
Well, in this world, I guess an angry blogger is about par for the course. There are a lot of blogs out there which are impelled by anger.
This isn’t one of them.
Until today. Now I am, if not angry, at least miffed and possibly even vexed.
I have managed to do something today that I haven’t managed to do in a very long time – scrape out enough time for a really good afternoon ride. So picture me if you will getting kitted out (actually, don’t picture that, just take it for granted), filling up my bottles, grabbing my RoadId and my phone and taking a couple of salt tablets because it’s warm out there.
I had a sort of presentiment of disaster, so I double checked my bag to make sure I had a spare tube and any other little necessaries and then pumped up my tires.
Actually, what I ended up doing was letting all of the air out of my rear tire. My pump was not so much something that inflates as something that sucks.
Now, you have to picture me in my kit, helmet, gloves, everything, waddling around the garage looking for another pump. There isn’t one. Then I think that maybe I’ve ridden so little that I’ve forgotten how to use the pump.
How the heck can you forget how to use a pump? It isn’t that difficult, Looney.
Well, I gave the pump a try on a different tire. I let all the air out of that one, too.
What can I say? It’s a gift?
I experimented with the pump. I could feel air blowing out of it. I tried it on another tire. I did not let the air out of that tire. Of course, I didn’t put any air into it, either. Well, that’s an accomplishment of some sort, I suppose. I’ll have to take what I can get today.
I can tell you what I’m not going to get today – A RIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And I can tell you what I am going to get today – a new pump.
Once I get it home, I’m sure I’ll discover that the old pump was fine, I’m just doing something wrong.
Am I bummed out? Yes. Yes, I am. Thanks for asking.
Well, see you on the road.
I might not have any air in my tires, though, so watch out for me.