Traffic was off the wall getting out of Montréal to head to Mauricie this weekend. I made it though, with just enough time to ride a Century out and back into the Parc. The leaves are slowly starting to change colour, and I could have sworn that the trees had gotten a bit redder as I doubled back on the path I took earlier in the day. I was fueling off of eload gels for my 5.5 hour ride.
|A picture I took once from the belvedere in the Parc National de la Mauricie.|
On holiday Monday, I decided to ride up north on the Petit Train du Nord. I'd heard about it in 2006, but had never been before. (Next thing to check off my list: see the Bonhomme Carnival, it's been 15 years now that I've wanted to see him, good grief!) I decided to swap the training wheel that I had flatted on for my race wheel, exceptionally.
I managed to get another Century in the bank. I was thinking about how unlucky it would be to get a flat and not have the right equipment to repair and get back home, that far away. Lo and behold, at 140km I got a flat. The valve stem on my spare tube was too short for me to inflate the tire on the deep-dish Roval race wheel though. I put my McGuyver hat on and, went to the church that was across the street. I wanted duct tape, but they had Scotch tape. I taped the hole in my old tube, carefully. I won't go into details, but I was wise about how I went about it. It got me home. And believe it or not, the tube is STILL holding air. It's a miracle.
I love bike riding.