...just a sampling of all the words I uttered when my back bike tire blew 23 miles into a 38 mile bike ride. Sh!t!
I had about 15 miles left before home and about 10 miles left to get to town.
It was 85 degrees.
I was on a not-very-busy stretch of country highway.
I had a spare tire and CO2 cartridge.
I also had my phone.
If someone comes by and tries to steal me, there will likely be no witnesses and I might actually have to run away...
The last article won. I called the fiance, asked him nicely to come pick me up, and then I challenged myself to get the tire fixed before he got to me.
This is the bag I've carried on my crossbar for every bicycle ride since I blew a tire on the edge of town and had to walk 5 miles back to my apartment. This happened three years ago. It has gotten A LOT of use!
If you've never used a CO2 cartridge before, they are pretty slick. They have a cartridge holding body and a dispenser that fits both standard (shraer) and presta valves. They can fill two tires full enough to get you going, and one tire to race-ready pressure. Pretty slick for such a small dude!
Despite my awesome tools, it was not a lot of fun.
I got the tube changed, the tire back on, and the whole thing back on the bike just when the fiance arrived. At this point, I could've sent him on his way and biked home, but I wimped out and took the ride in the car. Next time I'll feel brave enough to try to fix the tire before I call him (i.e. when I have FAILED to fix the tire or it blows out AGAIN after being fixed, then take a ride). But, I had something very important to do when I got home.
(and roast peppers)
good old George. But, you cannot roast peppers or eggplants to quite the right consistency on a Foreman, so whenever the fiance revs up the grill, I start asking for things.
I got to have both two whole HUGE roasted peppers and a slew of veggie kabobs.
Before: Eggplant wedges, yellow pepper, onion, cherry tomato, and yellow squash with a drizzle of olive oil, salt, pepper, and rosemary.
And the chicken:
The fiance snarkily reminded me that if I become a vegan I will miss out on this. But that was before my eggplant finished smoking and I was heartily distracted by its gloriousness...
On the dinner plate: Two chicken drumsticks, 1/2 a roasted red pepper, and the veggies from two veggie kabobs all over a pile of cheesey grits.
Cheesy grits? You are wondering how that's healthy?
Grits take 5 minutes on the stovetop, which makes them a perfect hot-day carbohydrate, and the meal was missing some fat. Plus, they were A-mazing. The best. I will be eating this again. Tomorrow.
My recipe: 0.5 cups grits in 2 cups of salted boiling water. When the grits become creamy, add in 1 oz shredded parmesan (about 1/2 c or 1/4 c of the packed stuff) and about a giant handful of cheddar or colby cheese. Add a pinch of garlic powder and maybe some salt to taste.
You really should try it. Especially when you're otherwise having a Sh!t day :)
Take care, blog friends! What adventures have you had recently?