...Heh, heh, heh. Followed it, didn't you?
Among all the other multiform badnesses of late, the back tire on my bike went phlatt just about a week ago to the day. Yeah. Nice touch. I managed to get the wheel removed yesterday and Tam took it to the bike shop today.
She brought it back, of course, with a super-mondo Kevlar-laced tactical combat-tire from Bontrager, same guys that make the grocery carrier linked to above. And not just 'cos she's The Tamara, it was all they had that fit.
Put it back together (easy as cake!) and made a run to the store this evening.* Nice! Alas, my chain is still FU.BAR and I found the bad link: roller's shot, forced out of position and locked up. That'll mean a new chain, I think. So back to the bike shop tomorrow, that one JUMP! per go-round when it hits the small drive sprocket is just too nasty to tolerate. I feel silly admitting I either didn't know or had forgotten there's no master link on this kind of roller-link chain but it's true. Only dawned on me after the third time around, looking.
* Got fixin's for and cooked up Swiss Steakburgers on toasted rye, with red onion, dill, coarse mustard and chili sauce: fit for...well, me. And Tam. YMMV.