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dgk
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Tomorrow I go apologize to the LBS. At least I didn't make much of a
scene about them messing up my flat(s), which is good, because they
appear to be innocent of incompetence.
Tonight I'm riding home through Astoria, Queens, having passed over
(all together now) the 59th Street Bridge. Flat number four for the
week. The SECOND today. I suppose the LBS could have screwed it up
again, but having read your posts I have to assume that something else
is up, and it must be that bridge.
This time I didn't curse. I just started laughing. I sat down on the
sidewalk, pulled out the tools, and changed the tire, putting in the
spare tube. I pulled out two pieces of glass. I didn't even have too
much trouble getting the bead back on. I'm getting better at it. Ten
minutes total. Then I stopped at Taco Bell, had a few tacos, and
patched the hole.
All I can think is that someone, likely intentionally, seeded broken
glass in the middle of all of that salt on the bridge. As I was riding
home (in the dark using my full array of lights) I saw all the shiny
reflections of road salt. I just can't tell what is glass and what is
salt.
I think perhaps I'll walk over that bridge until it gets cleaned. My
thanks to all of you for pointing out the likelihood of changing road
conditions being the culprit.
scene about them messing up my flat(s), which is good, because they
appear to be innocent of incompetence.
Tonight I'm riding home through Astoria, Queens, having passed over
(all together now) the 59th Street Bridge. Flat number four for the
week. The SECOND today. I suppose the LBS could have screwed it up
again, but having read your posts I have to assume that something else
is up, and it must be that bridge.
This time I didn't curse. I just started laughing. I sat down on the
sidewalk, pulled out the tools, and changed the tire, putting in the
spare tube. I pulled out two pieces of glass. I didn't even have too
much trouble getting the bead back on. I'm getting better at it. Ten
minutes total. Then I stopped at Taco Bell, had a few tacos, and
patched the hole.
All I can think is that someone, likely intentionally, seeded broken
glass in the middle of all of that salt on the bridge. As I was riding
home (in the dark using my full array of lights) I saw all the shiny
reflections of road salt. I just can't tell what is glass and what is
salt.
I think perhaps I'll walk over that bridge until it gets cleaned. My
thanks to all of you for pointing out the likelihood of changing road
conditions being the culprit.