It’s Saturday today. It was a good Saturday from I got out of bed until I now. Until I decided to go down to the local village (a few houses piled together).
Out the door
I was humming a song and in a good mood when I went out the door, went down three stairs and out this buildings front door. There, outside, stood the bike. Everything looked normal. But there was something more. Something bad in the air. Something was amiss.
Then I realized it.
There was no air in the rear tire
It was flat. Like a pancake. No air, no possibility to go anywhere, no nothing, totally flat.
Fix it?
This sad revelation has put me in a tight spot. Now I have to stay home and cry about it forever or go outside and take for the fire and fix it and re-mount it on the bike. The thought of having to walk around does not appeal to me. So I guess I have to fix it. Now.
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