Lucky me, I got yet another flat tire this morning. I'm a freakin' expert at flats. I was at 70th and Marine and riding suddenly felt "funny" - I checked and sure enough another flat. Luckily I was right near the Husky gas station - so I made it there and changed the tire in the well-lit parking lot with an air pump right there - AND I got to wash my hands before I headed out on my way. Luxury!

I lost my really handy helmet-mount rear-view mirror there - but I called the station when I got to work and they found it outside where I was working on my bike - I'll pick it up on the way home.

The best part was being just late enough to get a great view of the sky during a beautiful sunrise. =)

Funny thing: I went to ride my bike home last night and found my tire flat. I fixed the flat here, since we have a nice big sink and some dish soap here at work - replaced the patched tube and rode home without incident. I had made it nearly all the way to work (10 minutes left in a 40 minute ride) and I got yet another flat. I don't know where the tube is punctured this time... I'll find out and hopefully be able to prevent future flats.

Two flat tires in less than 16 hours. Sux to be me! (But I'm getting really good at changing flat tires on my bike).