Punctures and Riding Bicycle in Exciting Hawaii Weather.

Me and my shoe and my shadow and John's leg and John's shadow. At Diamond Head where the sun was shining.

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Late entry, so I apologize. We had a heck of a ride today. John and I intended to put in at least 50 miles. But a puncture over by the Hawaii Kai Golf Course, thanks to a punk who likes to drink Heineken while in a car and then throw it out so it smashes on the road, squeezed the brakes on that. Oh, we did proceed to Diamond Head, and by the time we got home it was sunny and bright, but the torrential rain, which felt more like being shot out of a tube while surfing in the wind (stinging salt water spraying at you so hard it hurts), that we had had our fill after about 30 miles.

The green glass that caused the mayhem next to my tube cap in my gloved hand. Big, huh?

My Garmin quit only five miles into the ride, so it only got the pain of my first hill on record. What’s funny is that while we were taking a little break at Makapu’u, we heard some military guys talk about how they were doing the Century route to Swanzy Beach Park so we gave them some advice about missing the glass along the back roads of Waimanalo. Well, glass found me!

You're probably wondering how I ended up with such a great guy. So am I!

I know that I am lucky that John rides with me and therefore is handy to change out a tube, but I do wish I could do it myself. He’s funny. He told me to relax and enjoy the break while he did the dirty work. He requested some damp hand wipes for my repair kit bag and I’ll do that if I can. I washed his jersey and his arm sleeves three times today trying to get out the stains from the rain and the grease from changing my back tube, because it’s always the back tube. It was so nice that nearly every bicyclist, either on our side of the road or on the other side of Kalanianaole Highway, inquired if we needed any help. Bicyclists are special people. We look out for each other. We even look out for YOU.

John telling me all the things I have to do since he's fixing me up. Such a kidder!

What a ride. It’s exhilerating to ride a bicycle, no matter what’s going on. Add the elements of whipsy doodly weather and there’s another dimension. Add building traffic and there you go with more drama.. But throw in a few bust-up Heineken bottles and you’ve totally effed up someone’s morning ride.

You know, I love Hawaii. I love that people want to come here. But you know who throws beer bottles out the window of a moving car? Let me give you a hint: It isn’t a tourist.

Here’s to the City and County sweeping Oahu roads in anticipation of next Sunday’s Century Ride. Mayor Carlisle? Mahalo!

Yup. My saddle on Red at rest at Diamond Head.