Tuesday, February 05, 2013
I'd every intention of riding my bike home last night. I even gave myself permission to skip my lunchtime walk because I knew I was going to ride home. Silly girl.
On my last trip into the office, my rear tire blew. Not a catastrophic blow out, just enough to spew green Slime. The Slime repaired itself, and the tire seemed to be holding enough air. (It felt like it was holding about 100 PSI.)
I usually run these tires at 140 PSI. I couldn't resist adding more air. So, I shot a little CO2 into the tube and proceeded to change into my bike clothes. I was putting on my booties when the tire blew again. This time, it was catastrophic. Defeated, I put my suit back on and drove home.
I have to drive home tonight (CSA pickup day), so there was no need to fix the tire last night. But I hope to ride home tomorrow night.
This most-recent blow out spells the end of my beloved Vittoria Zaffiros. I love Vittoria tires. They're durable as all get out. And I was able to get the Zaffiros in yellow, which matches the trim on my bike and my handlebar tape. (The now-retired Style Guy would be proud.) But I cannot (make that CANNOT) get the tires off the rim. I have to have the husband do it for me. I've never struggled so much to change a tube.
For now, I'm going back to a very soft & supple pair of Hutchison tires. They will not last very long, but at least if I get a flat, I won't have to call someone for a ride home. Nothing defeats a commuter like having to ask for a ride home.
And replacing tires is still cheaper than the tanks of gasoline I'm not buying.