I was compelled to go to the Dark Side today.
The plan was to roll down toward the Rio and climb back up again, but I got no further than Tramway and Montgomery when the rear tire on the Nobilette went pssssshhhhhhht.
No biggie. In fact, it was my first flat since January. So briskly I relocated from the highway shoulder to the nearby bike path and effected repairs.
But this left me with just one spare tube for a 25-mile loop through goat-head country on a sunny July day in The Duck! City.
Well. Shit. Back to the ranch. Not to stay, mind you, but to grab another bike.
The New Albion Privateer was off its hook and leaning against the Subaru in the garage. Bingo. There were two tubes and tools in the saddlebag and a frame pump slung under the top tube. Moved the headlight and taillight over and off we went.
It’s not so bad, the Dark Side. Just a horse of a different color. Who’s your daddy, Luke?