Fall is starting to creep into the northeast. The leaves on one of the trees in my backyard have turned yellow. That's depressing in a lot of ways, because it means that bike ride season will be over in a month or so.
Today, however was beautiful. It was about 60 this morning when I got up, so I took the road bike out for a ride. My usual route is 15.25 miles, which takes me about 65 minutes to complete.
I got out on time and was riding along effortlessly. I was running ahead of pace, cars not only weren't cutting me off, several of them stopped to let me through intersections.
The ride was great, so of course I knew that something had to happen. I was about a mile and a half from home when "something" did.
My front tire went over something and unlike the N.E. Patriots footballs, my tire deflated. Not a big deal as I carry spare tubes, tools, and a pump.
There went my record ride time in a big puff of air.
It took me about 10 minutes to get the old tube off, inspect the tire, and get the new tube in and inflated.
Oh well, even at that, it was a great day for a ride. Something to remember when the ground is covered in snow and I'm stuck on my stationary bike.