Late at work last night, I discovered I was missing a part that I needed in order to complete a series of tests. The tests were very time-crucial, so I decided to get the part from the hardware store on my way home, and complete the tests today (Saturday). When I got home, I jokingly asked Tim if he wanted to come along to work and he didn't really reply, so I figured he wasn't interested. Yet come the morning and he was talking about different ways we could bike into work. I haven't biked to work yet from our new apartment, and I'm not yet sure what the best way is. I don't really want to bike through Oakland because stopping at an infinite amount of red lights doesn't really start my morning off on the right foot. One option is that I could commute from our house straight west to the water, and bike the usual way to work. Another option is to bike south on the ridge of the mountains to San Leandro, descend to the water through San Leandro, and then bike back North to Alameda. This route has much more climbing, is more tiring and time consuming, but it would whip me into better shape than I am in now. Which is always good...so maybe I will do it once in a while although I'm sure it will never be an every day thing.
We decided to take the harder route to work, and after walking the dog, we set off. We pedaled up and over Grizzley Peak, and up and down the ridgeline. After biking for perhaps an hour and fifteen minutes, we turned to stay on Skyline Boulevard, and suddenly Tim's back tire started wobbling! He managed to stop without bailing, and when we looked at his tire, the sidewall was shredded! The inner tube had a huge slice in it! We figured what happened was that the bead popped off, and then the rim was riding on the sidewall and inner tube, shredding both.
That's not really something you can fix on the road easily. We didn't have a spare inner tube, and patches don't work for a huge slice in a tube. If we'd had a spare inner tube, we may have had options...but we had none. We didn't know where any of the bus numbers in that location went, nor did Tim want to put his bike on a bus rack. I didn't want to ghetto-fix the wheel and bike farther, only to be in a worse situation later. After a while, we decided that the best option was that I bike home, get the car, drive to pick him up, and then drive to work from there. So I turned around and pedaled back home. When I got there I gathered some normal clothes for Tim, changed quickly, grabbed the doggy, and off we went in the car! The whole way to Timmy I would tell Navi, "we are going to rescue Timmy!" She started staring down every cyclist she saw in hopes that it would be Timmy. After driving for 30 minutes, I finally rescued Timmy!
Then we ate a yummy lunch at in-N-out and went to work. On the way home, we stopped at the beach so Navi could play! We found an old tennis ball, and threw that for Navi to fetch for a while. When we got home, I failed at making flank steak. My mom told me to broil on one side for 5 minutes, the other side for 5 minutes, and then let it rest for 5 minutes. I did that, but it definitely was too rare. We didn't like it. The oven may not have been fully preheated though, because there is no light to tell me when it is. Timmy is going to build a little strobe light so that I know when the oven beeps, because right now I have no idea. Who knows! After dinner, Timmy went off to Vince's for the night, and I decided to stay home. I went to take a shower, and when I came out, I discovered that Navi was chewing her gross rawhide bone, while soaking wet and sandy, on our couch! She was very pleased with herself until I told her she was a very bad dog.
It's ok, though. All I had to do was vacuum the sand off the couch, and scrub off a little rawhide gristle! Good as new!
We decided to take the harder route to work, and after walking the dog, we set off. We pedaled up and over Grizzley Peak, and up and down the ridgeline. After biking for perhaps an hour and fifteen minutes, we turned to stay on Skyline Boulevard, and suddenly Tim's back tire started wobbling! He managed to stop without bailing, and when we looked at his tire, the sidewall was shredded! The inner tube had a huge slice in it! We figured what happened was that the bead popped off, and then the rim was riding on the sidewall and inner tube, shredding both.
That's not really something you can fix on the road easily. We didn't have a spare inner tube, and patches don't work for a huge slice in a tube. If we'd had a spare inner tube, we may have had options...but we had none. We didn't know where any of the bus numbers in that location went, nor did Tim want to put his bike on a bus rack. I didn't want to ghetto-fix the wheel and bike farther, only to be in a worse situation later. After a while, we decided that the best option was that I bike home, get the car, drive to pick him up, and then drive to work from there. So I turned around and pedaled back home. When I got there I gathered some normal clothes for Tim, changed quickly, grabbed the doggy, and off we went in the car! The whole way to Timmy I would tell Navi, "we are going to rescue Timmy!" She started staring down every cyclist she saw in hopes that it would be Timmy. After driving for 30 minutes, I finally rescued Timmy!
Then we ate a yummy lunch at in-N-out and went to work. On the way home, we stopped at the beach so Navi could play! We found an old tennis ball, and threw that for Navi to fetch for a while. When we got home, I failed at making flank steak. My mom told me to broil on one side for 5 minutes, the other side for 5 minutes, and then let it rest for 5 minutes. I did that, but it definitely was too rare. We didn't like it. The oven may not have been fully preheated though, because there is no light to tell me when it is. Timmy is going to build a little strobe light so that I know when the oven beeps, because right now I have no idea. Who knows! After dinner, Timmy went off to Vince's for the night, and I decided to stay home. I went to take a shower, and when I came out, I discovered that Navi was chewing her gross rawhide bone, while soaking wet and sandy, on our couch! She was very pleased with herself until I told her she was a very bad dog.
It's ok, though. All I had to do was vacuum the sand off the couch, and scrub off a little rawhide gristle! Good as new!
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