I changed the tire at mid-morning break, pinching my palm with the mini-pump and squirting blood everywhere. That and all the grease (the Merckx has a broken derailleur hanger and the fiddly temporary one falls off when you remove the wheel). After cleaning up with no soap (school is short of supplies) I returned to class.
After school I headed home. I felt great, nice tailwind. Then at San Martino I heard the pffting again and used my second spare. No injuries pumping this time but I foreswore the mini-pump from now on. Gonna start hauling the heavier Road Morph.
This morning I replaced the tire and bought 2 new spare tubes. Henceforth at the first sign of wear or nickage I'm changing the tire. I will start writing notes to myself to remember.
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