Ok, which one of the bike gods did I piss off? Was it Velodromus, or Cadencio? Maybe it was Flattius Maximus? Man, I don't know but somebody is angry with me!
Two days in a row now I've gone for a nice walk with my bike. Yesterday I went out on the fixed gear road bike, but I didn't have a pump or any CO2. I figured it was a risk but I was only planning to be gone for an hour and was just cruising around not too far from home. No sweat! Well, I got a flat of course. I never ride without something to fix a flat with. Never. So I of course get a flat. It's only fair right? So I ended up walking about 2-3 miles to get home... in my bike shoes and mostly uphill. (No it wasn't snowing and there wasn't a headwind both ways.) I got home to the knowing and sarcastic smirk of my wife... how I do love her. Washed the stink of stupidity off and moved on.
Well, I figured that since my fun fixed gear ride got abbreviated yesterday and since I spent the time working on the wheel today, I might as well try things again. I had air now, so it should be all good. Plowed my way around on one of our usual lunchride routes and drug my big ole behind up a mean climb in my too big gear (what was I thinking building a 90" [50x15] gear for a road bike?). I got to the top and thought to my self, "I've earned this downhill" and began my descent. Just as I was thinking it was time to start slowing down because I was going awfully fast on the road on a fixed gear, I ran over a small piece of very sharp sheet metal that cut the tire from one bead across to the other bead. I went from 120 lbs of pressure in the tire to ZERO in a nano-second and the bike swerved and veered and squirmed as I tried to maintain composure and bring the bike to a stop without getting bucked off. Once I got to a stop and realized I was still alive, I made sure I hadn't, in fact, crapped in my bibs. To say I was a bit startled by the experience would be a slight understatement. So I grabbed the cell phone out of the jersey pocket and called in for an office mate to come pick me up and prevent me from making a 10 mile march in my cycling high heels.
I'm riding a different bike tomorrow. Maybe there is a curse on the fixed gear bike. I hope not all of my fixed gears though, as I am supposed to be racing at the track tomorrow night. I need to conduct an exorcism, perhaps, and remove the stinky demon trying to keep me from enjoying my ride. My wife is Catholic, so I'll ask her how it's done.