"I followed you," Jennifer said. She was still smiling. 6 or seven little green oozes showed on her cruiser tire but it wasn't flat.
Our Sunday Cycling Society had a surprise turnout for a cold Sunday. Linda and I, Gary and Donna, Helen, Sherry, Bill Arnold, Lee Bauer, Jennifer, and Scott Whitely showed up for a casual ride. Debbie came prepared to walk.
From the start we had trouble staying together. Donna took off like a shot and suddenly we were two groups. Helen, Sherry, Linda and Scott got left behind. Scott soon closed the gap. We regrouped at Red Wolf and again at the top of Evans.
After Jennifer complained we checked our tires. Mine seemed fine but Linda rolled up with a big goat head hanging out of the side of her tire. The whssh of air told us we'd be changing a flat but she opted to ride the two miles home. She had to quite early anyway.
Helen also had a prominent goat head which also gave us a satisfying whssh. I changed that flat and we were off.
Someewhere on Critchfield Bill decided that extra sponginess in his ride neeed some attention. He stopped and gave me a call. "My spare tube's shrader," he said. "I'll meet you somewhere on the way up Asotin Creek," he said.
"I can bring you a tube," I offered, "but it'll likely take me five minutes to get it to you." He figured he'd have his tube nearly patched by then.
Bur Gary said he'd go back and so the two of us climbed Critchfield to find Bill still fiddling with his tube. I gave him a presta tube and just as we were ready to start rolling again, I noticed my rear tire had softened. Not certain that it wasn't just lost air, I pumped it upu and we set out to catch the group.
I needed to refill that tube at Asotin and again at the end of the pavement. Air seemed to be escaping faster. Another pump-up at the Y and finally a new tube (I carry two) at the park and I was good to the boat launch.
I ride Evans nearly every day and haven't had a flat for months. Suddenly we managed five in one day.
Brother can you spare a tube?