On Thursday, T and I went for a ride along the Cherry Creek Trail, near our house. This is a trail that will take you all the way downtown from where we are, and we very nearly went all that way. We instead turned it around about 5-6 miles from downtown Denver, but that's not why I'm writing this. I'm writing about an experience I had on this ride.
About 30 minutes into it, I took a corner and felt myself skidding out. I remarked to T that I may have a flat tire, and sure enough, I did. We pulled over and inspected my tire. I found a thorn in there that had punctured my tube. I had a spare tube with me, but for some reason, no CO2 cartridge. T had a CO2 container, but no cartridge. We decided we'd flag down another rider and see if they would have one to lend us. In the meantime, we tackled what has been my Achilles Heel in terms of bike maintenance: changing the tire.
In the past, I have issues with getting the tire back on the rim after putting the new tube on. However, with some patience and a bit of coaching from T, I had no issues. It was super-smooth! Made me very happy, quite frankly.
A rider stopped, lent us a CO2 cartridge, and we inflated the tire. Then we continued on our way, with no more issues.
Another lesson learned, and another proud accomplishment for Brandon. :-)