I was making my fiancé company on her way to work, just to get some fresh air. We were almost there, when I heard a clicking sound coming from my front tire. So, as I looked down, I saw something spinning around with the wheel. Wicked. Must be a cap from a bottle or something, better get it off before it causes a serious injury, I thought. As I stopped, I saw that this was not a bottle cap, but a flag. A friggin' flag. First I thought (yeah, my all-round education sucks) I was an Italian flag. Now, after doing some research, I see that it's the official Iranian flag that wounded my beloved bicycle.
Can you understand. Well, The spike is close to ten millimetres, so the flat fact is inevitable. So, this means I have to get a new tube. I won't pay the LBS for the work, I'll do it myself this time, just hope I won't mess up the tire, or even pucture the new tube, while putting it in it's place.
Gash, busy Thuesday.
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