Don't ride in Miami without Kevlar - I blew out a tire/tube cornering on Sheldon Bike. Looks like I got some glass clean through the tire and tube this time. Took about a second - Ffft Ffft Ffft grumble grumble grind. Thankfully I was upright and stayed so.
I was on a local library/pre-work set of errands so I walked home in short order. On the way back I was tooted by a latino scooter-posse, replete with girlfriends in bikinis. Such is life in Miami. So I gave them the two fingers to the helmet salute and two of them cheered. Are cyclists so unusual here? Perhaps in these neighborhoods.
I mean, my philosophy has always been, "Ride it like it's stolen." But the number of tires/tubes I've been through is getting silly. I run Kevlar on the Little Red Rocket and I've had two flats (snakebites in the Keys). Hush, with her old touring Weinmanns and touring Kevlars hasn't had a single flat. The Lotus (and now also Sheldon Bike) have more generic tires - and I've blown out the rear tube on the Lotus 2xs and now Sheldon Bike 1x.
OK. Off to change a tire, then change into trial prep mode.
Happy Easter to all those who celebrate it. All in all, a much better holiday than Christmas, if only because it hasn't been commercialized. Although I'm more of an Equinox-er than an Easter-er, I ate two eggs today in honor of Genesius of Rome and Columbkille. And so the wheel of the seasons turns.