A few days ago I retrieved my bicycle (see note) from the shed with the plan that I would ride it to the store, but when I pulled the bike out, which is no easy task, I noticed that the back tire needed air. No problem I thought, I will just dig the air pump out of the shed and pump up the tire. Well apparently it is a lot more difficult than I thought. First you need to have arm strength, and well I don’t have a lot, even with the years of carrying laundry up and down stairs, kids in and out of car seats, and now a dog (Cocoa our beagle) who occasionally needs to be carried upstairs because of bad hips.
So there I am looking at the tire pump, looking at the bike tire, looking at the tire pump, okay, I really only looked at each once, I do know how to attach the hose thingy to the tire, well at least I thought I did. First I took the lid of the plug (love the technical terms) of the tire then pushed the hose part on to the plug. I was unsure whether or not the one part of the pump needed to be up or down so I phoned my husband at work and he was not sure either, telling me to try it both ways.
With the silver thing in the up position (not seen in the picture) I started pumping and it seemed to feel like air was going into the tire, then the hose popped off. Okay, no biggy, I reattached the hose to the tire and this time I put the silver thing in the down position thinking maybe it locks the hose in place. I pump and pump but now the tire seems to be losing air instead of keeping it. Try again, silver thing in up position, and I pump and pump, the hose pops off again. Reattach hose and pump, this goes on for at least fifteen minutes, until, well the tire is completely flat. I give up and go start the van.
Later the teenage boy comes home from work and embarrassed as I am, I tell him about the tire and pump. My teenage boy laughs at his mom, trying hard to figure out how a 3/4 full tire is now 100% flat. I tried to explain, but he just didn’t understand how I did it.
Like a good son, the teenage boy goes outside, retrieves my bike, the tire pump, and fills the tire within mere minutes, but I no longer need to go to the store. Maybe tomorrow I will pull the bike out of the shed again.
Note: In the tiny shed are six bikes, my husband’s, my son’s, my daughter’s, my other daughter’s, and my two bikes. I actually don’t have two, because my husband has said my first bike, which has that crossbar is to be used for parts for his bike. I purchased a new bike simply because of the crossbar, the best way to explain how I feel about it, is if you read this post: The bed frame and weak bladder.