Where do I even begin? 12.5 miles each way to my house from work. This route crosses over and under 5 major highway systems. In Southern California which is mountainous.
I missed the first turn and went way into downtown. I realized that I missed 28th street at about 5th street. So I started to back track and found myself in San Francisco going up and down the hills. Then whilst in a seedy part of town I was trying to read the road signs when, on a down hill speed trial, a ran into a piece of concrete road that was raised. The bike hit hard and at first I was "Oh no, not a flat tire." The back went about 3 feet and hissed. Then I was like "It can't be a flat tire." When I dismounted and the rear tire was flat I finally reached the point of "I have a flat tire."
White guy in spandex in seedy part of town looking distressed. This is the making for a bad Enquirer article. I hoofed it 5 blocks to a friend's house.
I'm knew to this road bike thing and well who knew you are supposed to carry spare tubes? No one told me that. Apparently there is more to this then I thought. I'm going to re-try in the morning but this time on the mountain bike. I know it won't get a flat.
So far today I have decreased the amount of money I spend on gas but my overall usage of gas is the same as I had a friend pick me up and bring me home.