Yeah, so I got this brilliant idea that I would ride the bike path home in the snow, as riding Second Avenue with all the traffic sucks dog balls. I knew I would be pushing my bike, partially in darkness, you unlawful dweller on the bike trail after dark, but I didn’t expect to get a flat tire on South Pearl Street, and unsuccessfully inflate the spare I had on me, and having to push my bike all the way up to Delaware and Elsmere where I was able to the load the bike on the bus for the rest of way home. It rode on the bike with a bad rear tire fine, got home, had dinner and went to bed.
I really should only carry a new spare tube on my bike, 🚲 and indeed I put both a new tube on the bike and a brand new spare on the bike, and will pick up another tube today at Wally World. I will patch the other tube, so I can hopefully get more use out of it, but it’s silly that I couldn’t swap out the tube due to my stupidity when I had one at home, and spare I had on the bike was crap. It wasn’t bad pushing the bike through the snow, it was a mild moonlit night, maybe a lit stiff but I did not break any spokes or knock the wheel any more out of true, and had the replacement tube mounted and ready to go by 7:30 AM this morning.
I wasn’t going to leave my bike in the South End over night, 🚨 lest it get stolen, so I my options were to put it on a bus, but I wasn’t sure how it would ride with the flat tire, so I logged it through the snow. Without the flat, I could have ridden it most of the way. Monday I very much may ride the bike trail, and I’m hopeful with rain and milder temperatures coming the second half of the week the trail should be mostly free of snow and ice for the second half of the week. If I had a vehicle, I might have chained it up, taken the Blue Bus to the 18 and then gotten my truck, but honestly, pushing it through the snow worked out fine and was home by 7:20 PM last night. Later then I was planning, but shit happens. 💩 It ultatmely worked out fine.
I had a feeling it was a bad idea to take the rail trail home with the snow still on it, ❄️ but I was like whatever, worse comes to worse I’ll slog the bike through the snow. I figured at this point the snow would be well packed, and with the warm weather, the trail wouldn’t be so rough to ride with the ice. It was fine, but I certainly was hoping it would have not been so dark when I was pushing the bike through the snow. The trail was packed and not rough, but I wasn’t going to ride the bike with a flat tire. It’s fixed, and in a bit I’ll head down to Wally World for supplies on the bike, 🛒 and maybe later on out to Five Rivers 🐸 to look for signs of spring. Still too much ICE and snow ☃️ for spring peepers.
Tomorrow is March, 🌬️ and it looks like this year it will be coming in like a lion. 🦁 I want to tomorrow look at the Ford March incentives, and on Monday I’ll call up DePaula to see if the they still have the trucks I’m interested in, 🚴 ride my bike and/or take the bus over on Tuesday morning to take a look or a test drive, though I don’t plan to purchase that day, and I won’t unlock my credit or share personal information beyond my phone and email 📧, although I guess they can take a picture of my driver’s license if required to test drive. I’ll ask for a follow up quote for the out-the-door price after my visit, and ask a bit about proposed fees and taxes, to see where things stand and what finance programs are avaliable though ultimately I don’t anticipate holding a note for long. After the test drive, I’ll decide if I really want a SuperDuty, and if I do, start reaching out dealers in around 150 miles to see what they want for an out-the-door price. ⛽ Maybe the Iran war will drive up gas prices, to help my case. I’d like to close the deal in March, 🤝 but it’s not the end of world one way or another.
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