Tire repair… or not

So apparently a bike tire isn’t the same as a bike wheel – who knew?

Big Ring.

For years that dear, semi-patient husband of mine has been correcting me every time I talk about the bike tire when I should be referring to the bike wheel and vice versa. What do you mean it’s not a tire, I’d say, it looks like a tire, how could it not be a tire? But he kept saying wheel, wheel, wheel. And I kept getting more, more, more confused. He tried explaining it. He tried visuals. He tried analogies. He tried separating the parts into a pie chart of tire, wheel, tube and some other rubbery thingy. None of it stuck.

And so, I suppose it shouldn’t come as a surprise that when I told him one of my favourite running chicks was hosting a tire repair session at her house, he practically bounced up and down, gleefully clapping his hands, thinking – I’m sure – finally someone else can take her uneducated cyclist’s brain off my hands!

Well, dear Big Ring, it seems I’m not the only one majorly confused on the concepts of a wheel/tire. On Sunday afternoon, I sat in the garage of a favourite’s house with about 10 other women; the majority just as lost as I!

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As Cycling Rick instructed the class, we girls tried to do our best, we tried to focus, we tried to take in all the different steps, but, well, there was a bottle of wine included in the mix. Need I say more 😀

It seemed we were more interested in why the CO2 cartridges were wrapped in a “beer cozy”; to keep you from freezing the skin off your fingers when activating the cartridge. Or concerned when our set of tire levers broke into three; don’t worry that’s supposed to happen. Or worried we’d messed everything up when the inner tube plum plopped out of the wheel midway through the session; again, nothing of concern, that was to happen. Or (this one was mine) flabbergasted as to why the heck we were being instructed to deflate our tires in the first place, I mean, doesn’t that defeat the purpose? You don’t want to start with a flat tire!

Through it all Cycling Rick kept his cool, kept his patience, he smiled, he nodded, he genuinely instructed. But oh that poor, poor unfortunate soul, I’m sure I saw the pieces of his cycling loving heart crumble when the question almost all of us were thinking came up: “But wouldn’t it be easier to just carry a cell phone and call for help when needed?”

Yep. We are those women – and proud of it! Love my girls 😀

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Don’t worry Cycling Rick, one of us was paying attention 😉

TODAY’S TEMPO RUN:

  • 4:00 p.m. BG before: 5.6
  • Temp. basal: none
  • Carbs: Honey Stinger waffle 1 hour prior, no bolus (20g); 2 Clif shot blocks 5 minutes prior, no bolus (16g)
  • Distance: 8 km
  • Average pace: 5:23 min/km 😀
  • Time: 43:03
  • 5:30 p.m. BG after: 6.6And for those of you actually wanting to know the different parts of the wheel, here is a photo diagram:

And for those you actually wanting to know the different parts of the wheel, here is a photo diagram:

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Are you a tire changer or a cell phone carrier?

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5 responses to “Tire repair… or not

  1. I’m a cell phone carrier.
    I CAN change a tire in no time at all but I don’t CARRY a spare tube or a pump or levers.
    I choose to not carry the stuff because I have nowhere to put it BECAUSE I need my carbs and glucose meter more than I need a spare tube.

    It doesn’t happen often in fact rarely but if it does, I just call 🙂

  2. I remember when I started to drive, my dad made sure to teach me how to change a tire. He even put in a bull bar because I wasn’t strong enough to use the normal wrench to get my tire off. Then I got a flat tire… and I couldn’t figure out how to get the tire out from underneath my truck, because no one had shown me how to do that!!! I didn’t have a cell phone, so I ended up getting helped by a very nice man who stopped and had the tire nearly changed when my dad also drove past and came back to help me. 🙂 So yes, I hope I could change a bike tire (though I lost my tire changing kit a few years back and should replace it), but … 🙂

  3. When I used to ride my pink (need I say more) bike around Stanley Park on Sunday mornings. I carried a quarter and a $20 bill – pre-everyone owning cellphone days – so that if anything happened I could call a taxi, dropping off the bike at a bike shop, and go home. Now I have a husband who unfolds and folds my Brompton for me. Where does the air go? I don’t know.
    And my skill? I make the best hors d’oeuvres you’ve ever tasted.

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