rob feature
Well-Known Member
- Region
- USA
- City
- Greenwood Village, Colorado
So I was riding home from work today and experienced my first flat on a tubeless setup. Once I noticed the rear getting squishy, I found a good spot to stop and quickly found a 2-3 mm stick between the center tread and sidewall. That's right - a stick. That's a first. Once I pulled it out, the tire went flat pretty quickly. That's when I discovered I was out of sealant.
Luckily I carry a couple small bottles & was able to dump some right in. I also got (so I thought) lucky as I noticed it near a bike repair station that had a pump. So I leaned the bike on the sidestand & gave the rear tire some spinny action to distribute the Stan's and connected to the big pump at the repair station. Turns out, this one's in bad shape and won't seal on the valve stem.
So I broke out my little Lezyne and started pumping away until I had enough air in it to get it off the rim. Then I went back to the big pump to see if it had a change of heart, but would still not grab onto the stem tightly enough to seal. Back to the hand pump. Somewhere around that time a couple road weenies pedal up to air up a low rear tire.
Instead of asking if they can lend a hand, as I had tools spread out on the ground, they sat there staring impatiently and giggling gleefully that I was dealing with a flat - apparently oblivious to the fact that I was using my hand pump and not the pump they were waiting to use. I assume it's because I'm on an ebike and not a 6 oz carbon torture device. I hate to stereotype, but IME, most road weenies I encounter are the worst. They're arrogant, selfish, and could care less who they injure or scare as long as they don't have to slow down.
After a few minutes I had the tire up to a decent pressure. Spun the tire a few more times and put in a little more air until I was satisfied that it would get me a few more miles. Road weenies are still there staring at me like hurry the &^%$ up and get out of our way. So I did - took a moment to put all my stuff away then started riding on home. About the time I was mounting, this one fella hooks his half flat tire to the pump while it lets out a loud shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and almost immediately goes flat.
He looks up at me with this priceless face of - I really want to ask to use your pump, but I was sitting here the whole time not being very nice and so dammit. I returned his look with a warm smile and rode off into the sunset.
Moral of the story - at least ask if you can help someone and don't be a dick. It might just save your ride.
Luckily I carry a couple small bottles & was able to dump some right in. I also got (so I thought) lucky as I noticed it near a bike repair station that had a pump. So I leaned the bike on the sidestand & gave the rear tire some spinny action to distribute the Stan's and connected to the big pump at the repair station. Turns out, this one's in bad shape and won't seal on the valve stem.
So I broke out my little Lezyne and started pumping away until I had enough air in it to get it off the rim. Then I went back to the big pump to see if it had a change of heart, but would still not grab onto the stem tightly enough to seal. Back to the hand pump. Somewhere around that time a couple road weenies pedal up to air up a low rear tire.
Instead of asking if they can lend a hand, as I had tools spread out on the ground, they sat there staring impatiently and giggling gleefully that I was dealing with a flat - apparently oblivious to the fact that I was using my hand pump and not the pump they were waiting to use. I assume it's because I'm on an ebike and not a 6 oz carbon torture device. I hate to stereotype, but IME, most road weenies I encounter are the worst. They're arrogant, selfish, and could care less who they injure or scare as long as they don't have to slow down.
After a few minutes I had the tire up to a decent pressure. Spun the tire a few more times and put in a little more air until I was satisfied that it would get me a few more miles. Road weenies are still there staring at me like hurry the &^%$ up and get out of our way. So I did - took a moment to put all my stuff away then started riding on home. About the time I was mounting, this one fella hooks his half flat tire to the pump while it lets out a loud shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh and almost immediately goes flat.
He looks up at me with this priceless face of - I really want to ask to use your pump, but I was sitting here the whole time not being very nice and so dammit. I returned his look with a warm smile and rode off into the sunset.
Moral of the story - at least ask if you can help someone and don't be a dick. It might just save your ride.