I’ve been abroad for two weeks, so I’ll be playing catch up this week at work. Along with my mother, I visited Hungary, Switzerland, France, Germany, and the Netherlands. Many people in all of those countries were biking. But in the Netherlands, as we all know, cycling is king.
It’s been a while since I’ve visited Holland. Bikes rule there, and it’s amazing. I’ll post some pics soon, but for now enjoy this video.
On Tuesday I had my first flat ever. I didn’t post about it because the while situation was pretty uneventful. Apparently I rode over some kind of really intense construction staple about 10 minutes into my ride to work, which totally took out the back tire.
After considering my options, I decided to walk the bike a few blocks over to hop on the bus. 15 minutes later I was at Recycled Cycles getting my flat repaired. Pretty much nbd, right?
I rode home that night, and even got a bit of Christmas shopping done. Fast forward to about two hours ago. I was sitting at home eating some lunch when all of the sudden I heard the sound of air exiting tires.
Uh oh. I was about to head out to catch the train south to my parents’ house. I didn’t really have the tools or the time to figure out what was going on. The back tire was completely flat again. I considered walking it over to the bike shop near my house, but I really felt that Recycled Cycles might have put in a damaged tube and I really didn’t want to pay for another flat fix!
Husband to the rescue. J came home and we threw my bike up on the car rack and headed off to Recycled Cycles. They were happy to take a look and fix it for no charge. There was a small tear in the tube, right near the valve. 10 min later we were on our way to the train station, just in time.
A good friend of ours is moving to Seward, Alaska on Halloween. This past weekend we made the trip down to Portland to help see him off.
The party was in SE Portland, so we stayed at an amazing little B&B on SE Division. I’ll have to write a separate post about this, but I do have to say that the Portland greenways are amazing. We biked. We sang. We celebrated.
In fact, we had so much fun that J lost his bag… Which contained my camera, the key to his U lock, and various other important items. His bike is now living locked up outside our friend’s place until we can make another trip down with the spare key.
This means that the only photo evidence I have of our trip exists on my iPhone. Enjoy! And, Bryson, safe travels! We look forward to visiting you up in the great north.