I certainly have been generous this year with derogatory words for the deserts of the Southwest: barren, oppressive sunlight, aridity, stickers, fangs, rubble, etc. In fact 'rubble' is my favorite insult. Did I not give Mother Nature credit for having feelings?
There are consequences to insensitive behavior like this, I learned.
The other day, I heard a 'whooshing' sound from the rear tire on the mountain bike that sounded almost explosive. The big tire, 29" X 3", went flat in a second.
The culprit was easy to find because it was slobbered over with creme-colored Stan's No-Flat fluid.
I have a special tool that is meant to patch tears in a tire larger than 1/4", but the tear was big enough to stick a pinkie finger through. So a $95 tire went into the dumpster.
The good news is that that is the first time for me anything has ripped a slice in a mountain bike tire. I only had to push the bike home for 1 mile.
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