Wheels. I haven’t had good luck with them lately.
Not excited about pushing the jeep.
Sunday morning, the jeep petered out two blocks from my house. A friend came to get me, and I pushed the jeep back to the house—a neighbor popped his head out, asked if I was pushing the jeep for fitness or out of necessity, and finding out it was the latter pushed with me.
The jeep got towed to Jeeps R Us on Tuesday morning (they’re closed Monday), and I rode my bicycle to work every morning, waiting for the jeep to get fixed.
Wednesday afternoon, I’m cruising home when POP! my back tire explodes—something ripped through the tire and tube. I call around and finally get picked up and dropped off at home—all the bike shops are closed.
Completely and utterly stranded at my house, I attempt to fix my old bike (from the snackcident) by installing a new fork … a star nut foils me, as I can’t get it out of the old fork. Dejected, I resign myself to making dinner—and it’s a shitty one. A. Bad. Day.
Thursday, I get a replacement tire and tube. The tire is the Bontrager brand of tire I had on my old bike, which somehow makes me feel comforted, and I ride to work and back in one piece.
Friday, Feel Good Friday, a day of gratitude, the jeep is finally fixed. But basically, I’m grateful for my bicycle, even if it too had problems.
I roll on.