Rianman and Joe left at 5:30 am for a 75 mile ride. At 6:41 am I was slowly awoken by what took some time to realize was the phone downstairs ringing. I ignored it thinking it would go to voicemail. But then it rang a second 'cycle' and thought "Shit, this is it. This isn't good." and I ran downstairs. If you're a TriSupporter or a cyclist's spouse, you know what I'm talking about.
I got to the phone and saw it was Rianman's phone so I thought, "It's not that bad." It's amazing how much goes through your mind. Then I heard his voice. Whew.
So what happened? Rianman blew a tube on a manhole cover, and lost two tubes trying to change the tire - yeah who knows how that happened. He wanted me to drive down a couple tubes and a pump cause he was also out of CO2 cartridges. He was about 5 miles from home.
I rushed to brush my teeth and put some clothes on and grabbed three tubes, a towel, and the pump and was off. I was still a little fuzzy as I pulled out of the neighborhood and hoped I wouldn't hit the cyclists I came across.
I got to the guys about 20 minutes after the call and Rianman started on his tire. Notice how happy Joe looks. Can you see the pile of tubes on the ground? One was blown. One had a broken stem - who knows why. Not sure what happened to the third one--see below.
The best part was that Joe mentioned he gave Rianman his spare tube...but get this, Joe had a Shrader valve tube. He can't even use that on his tire! He has been carrying around a useless tube for who knows how long. Maybe it was like an umbrella and rain--it never rains when you have one. This is like dumb and dumber on a long ride.
After a quick test ride, and a pose with all those tubes, they were ready to get back to the 70 remaining miles of their ride. I learned that I'll probably need to plug the phone in upstairs.