Holy hell, what a day.
Got a flat yesterday but it sealed so didn't think anything of it. Woke up this morning to a flat. Filled it with Co2 and thought that was that, no, tire exploded off the rim like 10 pedal strokes away from the hotel.
Put in a tube and again, on my way. Made it back into Santa Ynez before that tube went bad. Split seam. Expensive Tubalito tube too.
Now I have 0 spare tubes and 0 Co2s so I ride back into Solvang for a resupply because there's no bike shop in Santa Ynez. And then, that Tubalito tube splits. I have no spare and no way to get enough air to ride so I had to walk back to Solvang. That took some time.
I buy normal ass tubes and a bunch of Co2s. At this point I've wasted so much time there's no way I can make it through Sierra Madre before I have to fly home. I decided to ride back into Santa Barbara and jump back on route for the last 150 mile section. But...I got a flat!! I was seriously .5 mile from getting back on course.
I put some Co2 in it a rode to a Trek shop a few miles away. At this point I decided to swap the tire for something beefy so I can actually ride. They didn't have anything Gravel sized so I got a 32c Commuter tire and called it a day. Gonna cut my losses and ride the coast down to LA.
Hopefully I've paid whatever debts to the flat gods over the past few rides because this shit is getting silly. Like the Universe is trying to tell me something...
And then I got this email so my head is all over the place today.