I kinda miss writting here more regularly, but I don’t have the never-ending verbal stream of feelings I used to have some months ago. I don’t feel very much into writting 6 feet long posts anymore.
Maybe that’s also because I noticed that, blog and real life conversations alike, I talk a whole lot about my bikes. I don’t think other people fancy this as much as I do and I frequently end up thinking I am annoying everyone by talking about something I really like but nobody else enjoys as much I do… But hey, I really like bikes and this is my blog, so I can write about my bike adventures as much as I like.
Recently and with the company of a good friend, I started making longer bike journeys. I started with smaller ones, only 20km long… Then 40, then 60… When I finally get to do some bike maintenance, I notice my tires are completely slick.
My bike is a mountain bike, I don’t really want to have slick tires!! Well, I’ve been postponing the purchase of a new tire, but then maybe the fact that it has been raining this week made me understand that I can’t ride my bike in this condition. I need a new tire for the back wheel. I went to two different stores and none of them buys the exact same kind of tire my bike had. So I find a slightly larger one and ask around if it makes any difference. Apparently not, so I buy the tire and take it to the village with me to get it in place when I have more time. Afterwards, bike will finally be ready for long rides again! Adventures!
I leave the tire in the village and head to the big city. I meet my second bike. I notice its back tire is completly flat. Not slick. Flat.
It’s not the first time this happens with this bike so I knew what the problem was right away: the air chamber is punctured. My spares are all back in the village. I don’t even have the proper tools and I don’t even know how to change air chambers.
But I actually had another reason to go the village middle-week: anniversaries! I asked my father if he could show me how to change air chambers by replacing the old tire with the new one. The procedure is basically the same anyways. I drink all the mechanical knowledge I can from the demonstration and the next day I am back in the city and ready for replacing broken things myself!
I thought it would’ve been harder. The bike back in the village fought a lot harder againts having its back wheel removed. City bike behaved better and the wheel came off easy and smoothly. Its air chamber had been repaired before and, so it seems to me, it was the repair itself that was coming off, thus almost exposing the original puncture. I replaced it with the spare and I hope I have done this deed properly. I can’t know for sure as of now, as I couldn’t ride the bike immediately afterwards and will have to wait untill next moneday. I surely hope I won’t be finding the tire flat again in 3 days!
So yeah, that’s this week’s story, here you have me! I have learnt how to change bike tires and I only got my hands like, extremely dirty with old, rancid oil.