Monday, January 19, 2009
This evening, Brandon hauled in the offending wheel to change the tube that was obviously trashed. We pulled out the new, thorn-resistant tube and I pumped up the old tube to find the unfixable flat that tire slime couldn't fill. I pumped, found the hole, and then watched as green slime bubbled to fix the flat. Evidently the tube was not trashed - the slime had simply frozen into a solid lump this morning in my tire and couldn't slide around the inside. And that is why I'm going to convince Brandon to retire to Tahiti.