how the day flows
It was the day for the bike.
Yesterday set it to be.
A puncture had set yesterdays tone,
broke my flow of kilometers and calories burnt.
Caused me a headache I could blame,
rather than just needing codeine head signal.
Common enough on every other day of the week
The weather looked forlorn, desperately offering
the possibility of some rain for our drought.
Still gray clouds mean nothing here, we're
professionally immune to rain and committed
to the use of our alloted, commanded even,
140 liters a day.
The bike appeared willing.
Cursory check of tire pressure, a pre-ride ritual,
finds no lack of air, the possibility of insulating
me from the pavement for a reasonable amount
of travel is evident.
21 kilometers, weather still willing, but thinking,
tire, front, steering vague.
Observation includes a wider footprint, rubber to road.
Cause, undoubtedly air, the lack of it now.
I never put any in, how can it be gone?
Home, lightly, all the better to save air
Inspection confirms initial thought; same lack of
air as yesterday.
Bikeshop—look here at my wheel,
we learned how to remove it from the bike,
just the way you showed us
Admire our talent and explain the air loss.
We suspect a replay of yesterday, do you?
Agreed indeed tire scrutinized for egress of the required air.
Several places found, one containing glass,
a sure culprit.
Remove the sliver and replace the bladder,
in effect the tube.
Apply air yet again.
Presenting a sturdy piece of rolling stock.
To be applied to front of bike, enabling wheeled travel again.
Weather losing patience, gray turning charcoal, wind rising.
Ego lusts for another 20 kilometers,
'just to round out the day'.
Weather appears to be holding for me.
Of course weather can become tired of waiting
and it did. A very wet 20 extra kilometers.
But I managed to make the total and feel better
for it, although wet, and a touch cold.
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