Thursday, October 12, 2006

Last night I brought my bike in the house and set forth to install my new tires. Told husband not to help me, give me advice, or even look at me while I was doing this; I really wanted to do it on my own. I was all proud of myself after taking care of the front tire. That wasn't *too* bad. Then I had to deal with the rear tire. Let me just say, I am surprised there is ANY grease left on my seemed to ALL end up on me!!

I was happy with myelf in the end, but I sure wouldn't want to flat the rear tire out riding and have to fix it on the side of the road.

Today I took my bike for a spin. Had to stop to adjust the front tire, wasn't lined up quite right. I went 12.4 miles in 47:30 --- 15.73mph. Still slow, but faster at what I perceive to have been less effort. New tires = Good.

Oh, and my applesauce making gadget arrived today. *clap*

1 comment:

  1. Ohhhh, you so shame me. I avoid the tire changing with every fibre of my being. I have tubes full of goo and lots of CO2 cartriges just for that reason. Good for you!