There’s always a first time. I had a first this past weekend – a flat tire on my bicycle. I am not an avid biker; I bike for leisure and pleasure every now and then. This Sunday was a perfect spring day here in New York and I woke up saying to hubby Alan, “let’s bike over the George Washington Bridge; we’ve never done that before.” There’s a beautiful path along the Hudson River which goes from lower Manhattan all the way up to the bridge, about 13 miles. We picked up the path about 5 miles before the bridge and biked along parts we had never been. It’s always an adventure discovering new areas. Huge barbeques with tents pitched along the river, it’s a great backyard for the apartment dwellers of upper Manhattan.
The route up to the bridge was quite hilly through beautiful natural preserve areas I never knew existed. Traveling by car along this route my entire life never allowed me to see all these inner, hidden paths of nature.
Riding along the walk/bike path over the bridge afforded me a fresh perspective of a view I have seen for decades. Stopping to take pictures, seeing for the first time a little red lighthouse at the base of the bridge, feeling the city skyline blowing towards me, was a fun treat.
Being a slow leisurely rider (although a very fast walker) I tell Alan to go ahead and ride at his comfortable speed. As I neared the end of the bridge, I suddenly can’t seem to get my balance well. I’m swerving too much. I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Then I think, maybe the basket is hitting the wheel in an off position. I get off and check and lo and behold I see my front tire is totally flat and almost off the rim. My first thought is, “Oh no, now what.” Then I quickly switch into the thought of “this is quite amusing; I have never even thought of the possibility of a flat tire on a bike. …