Thank you so much to the kind gentleman who helped me fix my flat tire yesterday evening! It was cold. It was dark. And I'd hit a large rock going under the RR tracks on Bowers southbound. I quickly heard that disheartening pssssshhhhh, and walked it up to the first streetlight. I'd taken everything off the bike, turned it over, and was starting to assess the situation when he walked up, not even biked up, and offered help. I had everything, pump, patch kits, tire irons, the works, and I've fixed flats before, but at 55, I move slower than I used to, and I'm sure it would have taken me at least twice as long to get back on the road. Four hands are always better than two, and this kind gentleman turned out to be a racer, so he really knew his stuff.
Anyway, he turned down my offer for me and my husband to take him and his wife out to dinner, but if he reads these blogs, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
He called it 'bike karma'. And I agree, and both my husband and I have slowed or stopped for people before. And if you who are reading this are also the type to help a cyclist in need, this thanks is for you too. What goes around comes around.
P.S. As of today, the patches are still holding!