Rear tire flat.
Good last night.
Flat this morning.
I drove to work.
Not riding didn’t bother me. I remember a time when that would have put me in a funk.
It’s only a flat that needs fixing.
After dinner I checked the tire and had no trouble finding the problem.
Someone at work had asked me if I had any idea as to what caused it. I replied that with all the glass along Springfield’s streets, I was expecting to find a small shard.
Nope.
That thorn is 11/16″. It’s a keeper. I’ll tape it onto today’s ride log page.
I checked the inside of the tire for any other puncture and found none.
Ready for the morning
Before I started the cleaning phase of the evening, I looked for some old garden gloves to wear. I found four. All left-handed….
Some clothes dryers eat socks. My garage eats right-handed gloves.
Stay happy,
Two Feet Off the Asphalt 
Hey Ron, unless that tire is a racing slick, I’d say that you’ve gotten your money’s worth out of it. Might be time for a new one.
Miles
Miles, I’m a Cheapo! I hope to get at least two more commuting years off that thing!