Fix-a-flat

I was only into my second week of communting to work when it happened: My first flat tire. No warning. No spare tire or patch kit in my pack. And right inbetween somewhere and nowhere. Luckly I had a bus pass so I didn't have to walk all the way home. But still. The shame. Walking your bike while others zoom right by. One whizzing biker asked if I was okay when he zipped by. "Yeah," I responded sheepishly. "It's just a flat." I know he was thinking "loser." At least that's what I was thinking about myself.

If you don't know how to fix-a-flat then you might learn something from REI's helpdesk.