Flat Tire

As those of you with whom I've been in touch may know, I had an exciting weekend touring (in Istanbul! More on that in a later post). That being said, today's post is a bit more mundane.

I realized today just how dependent I have become on my bike. My tire sputtered out of air with a dramatic "pffft. pffft. pfffft. pfffffffffffffsssss...." at about 9:05 this morning as I was heading to West Cavendish from the Trinity post office and I am now, temporarily, without wheels. I am finding my reaction to be an interesting study in perception. Not having a bike in Cambridge has left me feeling land-locked and constrained by distances. However, in Istanbul, Rene (my travel buddy) and I happily explored the city by foot all weekend long, covering much larger distances than I cover with my weekly errands.

(For the record, I'll be fine for the next few days. I plan to get the tire sorted on Wednesday when the Spokes van comes to do bicycle repairs at Churchill and, in the meantime, my walk to work is only about 15 minutes.)