Yesterday morning, going to work was long. About half-way, my front tire got a flat (at least it wasn’t the same as friday) and i had to walk toward my workplace. On the way, i saw a gas station and decided to refill the tire and try riding as long as i could until it was too weak to continue, i did about 2.5 kilometers (1.5 miles for you americans), which was enough to reach my goal.

Now i had to go back home, so before leaving work i made a list of about 5 gas stations on my way that i would be able to ride from one another, which worked great for a time. Going as fast as i could to reach the next gas station on my list, i tried to turn in a street at a good speed and forgot my front tire was much more weak than a fully inflated tire…

That was a rough fall. All the time i was actually going down, it’s like time slowed down and all i could see was the street, and trying to protect myself however i could. Both my hands touched the ground, then my left shoulder and elbow. That’s when i told myself “Ok. All done!” Sadly, i was riding at a good speed and once on the ground my body continued forward, scrapping the aforementioned parts of my body.

When i got up (pretty fast, let me tell you) i was surrounded by about 10 persons asking if i was fine, and hopefully i was. I picked up my stuff that had flown out of the rear basket, turned the handlebars in the correct position (they were 45 degrees from the front wheel), thanked the people who tried to help me, and started walking home. About 15 minutes later, the pain started kicking in.Here’s the result when i finally arrived home.

Those airless, flat-free tires starts to get really interesting now.

And by the way, i had the time to check that out while walking home, my bike doesn’t have any scratch at all from that fall. I also didn’t break anything in my body, as far as i can tell. That’s being lucky in a bad luck.