Oh, wait.
So yeah. My 13 year old mountain bike has been through a lot. I've ridden it over many surfaces, from pavement to gravel, dirt, sand and a sea of rocks. It's crunched over roserock, knobby logs, thorns, bits of glass, a couple of bits of metal rubble, and any manner of non-biodegradeable trail junk. I have never changed the tires. This is true. I have replaced one tube, but never the actual tires. Never needed to.
Until Monday. I went for a ride on the paths behind the house. Rode around on aforementioned sand, gravel and glass debris. Hit some rocks that looked suspiciously like lava rock. And then I hit the street for the ride home. There has been some construction in the neighbourhood and damn those messy contractors--I now have a 2-inch nail in my back tire!
I think I'll be able to patch it without actually buying new tires (because if I change one, I should really change the other one at this point); we'll have to see. I just find it a bit funny that after all this time it's a nail that finally did for the poor old thing.
Anyway.
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