bike commuting - trouble comes in threes

Today was one of those days.

And we don't mean when things are so amazingly wonderful, your head explodes from happiness.

No.

We mean when things don't go quite as planned.

We got to work and found ourselves without the workplace-appropriate shoes. We had to wear our cleated mtn bike shoes all day.

Then we get outside and the rear tire is flat.

And we have no spare.

And finding the hole is hard, but we find it, and patch it, then put a big pinch-hole in the tube when putting the tire back on the rim.

So after we patch the tube the second time, get everything back together, and we're heading home, we discover that one of our shoe cleats is loose, and it's the left one: the one we normally use to pop out and put that foot on the ground. So with the loose cleat, getting out isn't a quick twist pop. No, the cleat and the pedal are going to stay together. Stop light reflexes be damned! Aieee! But we manage to remember to use our right foot to stop at lights (and yes, we stop at lights!) and we get home ok.

And now, it's starting to become one of those days when everything is so amazingly wonderful, our head might explode from happiness.