Sometimes you can’t even *walk* the bike when the tire goes flat. I decided not to chance riding on the shredded tyre, so I grabbed tires off the hanging thing in the garage. The 35mm new (did I get it for the Gazelle? on sale? No recall) one seemed just too huge to go on the rim, so I grabbed th best lookingone of the remaining ones, assuming it was one taken off the Xtra last summer when I got new skinny tyres for GITAP. As I popped it onto the rim, though, I saw it was from the Gazelle.
It got me through the Saturday Saunter, no problem. No flat like Richard had… lesson here: which people in the picture are safely off the road, and who isn’t?… except that I had parked my big honkin’ bike with its big honkin’ flash flag behind and was watching for vehicles, so it wasn’t really a hazard, and all Richard was doing was pumping up to get the last 3/4 mile to Wines at the Pines for scones and coffee. 
This is from Saturday evening… when we just got a little outburst with a few hailstones the size of little ball bearings. I could see that somebody was getting a beating. There’s a lot of that going around.
Someone else’s storm
Should it worry me? It should.
we all live downstream.
