every cowboy sings a sad, sad, song
Being a beautiful day outside here in central Virginia, sunny, and flirting with 80° outside, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to take the bike out to the local park/conservation area and try to get a few hours of riding in. Really beautiful out there, if someone desolate – it’s warm, with a nice breeze coming in off the James River, though most of the trees haven’t started sprouting yet, and most of the green is still brown and flat, especially after all the heavy downpours over the last week or so.
It was a nice, peaceful couple of hours; saw lots of interesting animals, including three different types of geese, and with much of the underbrush gone, I was able to look at the park I’d logged so many miles in from a different perspective.
Unfortunately, about thirteen miles into my ride, I encountered this. Sticking out of my front tire:
That’s one big-ass thorn.
So, yeah, I walked the last two miles back to the car. Screw it, I’m still calling it fifteen miles logged. It’s not the first flat I’ve had, and won’t be the last, but I must tell you; riding the bike is a lot more fun than walking it.
EDIT: had to tweak the URL of the image; seems twitpic goes “POOF” after a certain time!
