Today we headed for Twisp Washington. It was a fabulous mountain route and there was some beautiful surroundings. There was a very big climb out of the valley. I got a flat tire halfway through the ride. We patched it and I continued on. It seems that I have travelled across the country with only 3 flats until I changed my tires. I have traveled nearly 3000 miles on the same set of tires with the back tube patched and no flats. The moment I get home the flat monster returns. It aggravates me beyond belief. Usually once I get a new tire with Kevlar belts my flat situation is remedied. In this case my back tire is worn out. It really is looking sad. I am not surprised, just disappointed that I make it all the way home and have this problem.
I rode about 80 miles and had to continually pump it up so I finally gave up. I think it was more about the frustration then anything else. Once we arrived at our destination I pulled my old tires out, which had minimal miles on them and asked the mechanic to grab me a new tube at the bike shop. I changed the tire and hoped for the best.
We were served an enchilada dinner by the church and they were most gracious. I was able to get into the local pool for a dip and a shower before dinner. After dinner we held an info night at the local pub.