As riders, one of the last things we want is a flat tire – especially not one when we’re doing over 60 miles an hour. Interestingly enough, I’ve had two punctures in the last three months alone. The first one was when I was joining a freeway, but right before I sped up, a fellow rider waved me down. A month later on a beautiful early Sunday morning, I grabbed my keys from the bedside table, ready to head out and there it was – a very flat rear tire. It’s even scarier when I realized I could’ve been riding…
