Bikes and Their Tires

So I'm a bit bitter right now. It's a wonderfully warm day today so I thought to myself, why not take a lovely bike ride downtown to pick up your first pay check. Great. I got ready to go and while talking to my mother, really debated whether I should bike or not. I mean, it actually is quite hot outside, but I'd be biking and have the wind in my face. But I'm go to the Miss Idaho pageant tonight and don't want to have to shower again because I've become all sweaty, oh who cares I won't get that sweaty I mean hello I'm biking and I'll have that lovely wind in my face. Plus, my house is nice and cool so I'd be just fine. So I decided to bike. I also decided to finally bike my bike a nice cleaning before I went because it was rather dirty. And then I was off.

Kids, today I made the wrong decision. I should have driven. The bike down was fine. I listened to The Rocket Summer's Calendar Days album. Great album. Anyway, got to Coldstone, got my check, all was well. I hopped back on my bike and went on my way back to the homestead. Again, all was well. A little hot, but nothing I couldn't handle. And then it happened. The worst thing that could have happened. Ok definitely not the worst, but still, it sucks and it just keeps happening to me. That's right, my tire popped.

Now let me first explain my history with tires popping. A couple summers ago, I believe the summer before junior year, yup that was it, I biked a ton with my good friend Genevieve (who is btw the one in the Miss Idaho pageant tonight). We would bike to her house, to my house, downtown, just everywhere we could. And then this great thing happened. All of those stupid little thorn goat head things got everywhere. It wasn't a very cold winter before then, so there was double the amount. I popped the tires of every single one of our mountain bikes. It was horrible.

I haven't popped a bike tire since. Reasons: not as many goat heads, I'm not doing as much off roading as I used to, and I have my wonderful cruiser with thick great tires. One of the best reasons to have a cruiser are the thick street tires. They're great. But today, my back tire popped. It's been over 2 years and I haven't had any problems (if you don't count the shipping problem that took 3 months to solve), until today. I'm quite disappointed. I still don't know what caused the problem. Stupid sharp things.

Luckily, my parents are willing to get my a new tire first thing in the morning. Which is kind of odd because they have yet to fix any of the tires on the other bikes I popped. I think because I now have a wicked sweet cruiser they are more willing. That, and because I'm emotionally dependent on it. One of the two.

Well, I am hungry so I am off to eat and get ready for the pageant.
Have good days kids,
and be nice to your bikes
later

P.S. I have recently realized that many of my posts are oddly similar to Spencer's. Spencer, I don't mean to, this is just what happens to me! It's weird.