All in 48 hours

I was feeling pretty crabby and fat on Saturday late afternoon, so I decided to bike it off (both my crabbiness and my fatness).  Just an hour snooter, until it got dark.  I didn't matter that it was raining (that's how crabby and fat I was feeling).  Things were going well, and I was on my way back home.  Sideburnz called and said he'd come meet me.  Then  hiiiiissssssssssssssss.  Damn it.  Flat.  In the pouring rain.  It was only flat on the bottom, so I called Sideburnz back.  He said he'd just got home.  I nursed my flat home, stopping probably 8 times in 5 miles to refill my tire with air.

I changed my flat in preparation for the Makaha TT on Sunday.  The hole in my tire would make it through the 20k TT for sure.  Things were going well as I started the race.  Almost to the turn around- I could see the "200 m until turn around" sign ahead.  Then hiiiiisssssssssssssss.  Damn it.  Flat. Again.  Not my rear (previously flat tire), it was my front.  I don't deserve this.  First DNF in a road event.  I miss CX, I would have loved to role into the pit for my B bike.  The end result was a brand spankin new pair of Gatorskins.  Nice.  I didn't even have to pay for them, Sideburnz did, oh.... wait.... nope, I guess I paid for them.

Luckily Sideburnz was marshalling at the turn around, so I hung out for the next hour, digging my speedplay road cleats in the mud just to spite everything road bike related.  We got home, Sideburnz napped, and then we headed out to the beach- first time in almost 3 weeks!  Ahhhhh vitamin D, I was becoming deficient.  The rain clouds started to roll in so we packed up our beach chairs and towels.   Part way home, we stopped at an intersection.  This was the aftermath of our brief stop.

Poor cross check.  At least I could still ride home, I just slid my pedal back on to the spindle and pedaled carefully. 

Sideburnz told me I couldn't go into the bike room because I'd make the other bikes break.  Probably true.  But not entirely.  As we were making dinner, I heard that sound, again, hiiiiiiissssssssssssssssss.  I ran into the bike room in a panic and reached for my road bike.  No (with relief) it wasn't MY bike.  Travelers check.  The valve stem completely detached from the tube.

And now for today, all of that mess was late Saturday- Sunday.  Big Dummy needs two new spokes.  There is a reason why all of this has happened in 48 hours... Sideburnz has a new job at a bike shop.  Our repairs were just storing up.