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Stymied by a tire pump

Picture of my bike
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.

picture of my tire pump

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.

13 Replies to “Stymied by a tire pump”

  1. You always make me laugh – you’re so good at sending yourself up and I’m so glad not to be the only one useless with stuff like this! My sons are still at the wailing, moaning impatient stage re my ineptitude though. Thanks for the hope that this will pass 🙂

    1. My son laughed and laughed at me because he could not understand how I emptied the tire. The nice thing about the situation, his laugh was infectious, so I had no choice but to laugh at my ineptitude.

  2. Oh! I am so glad I am not the only one that went through this. It IS an embarrassing moment when you have to go to your teenager to get anywhere! This exact same situation happened with me not 2 weeks ago! It’s also a bad moment when you realize that even bike pumps have now outpaced you!

    1. Ah, I am not alone. You know, I have no idea what I did wrong, but it certainly gave the teenage quite a laugh. He too, had no idea what I had done.

      1. hah! I don’t know what I did wrong either……but I do know my new philosophy on things is generally turning into….find a teenager……

    1. It drove me nuts, and I actually have no idea how I completely deflated the tire, even more frustrating, the teenage boy had it filled in no time at all. His laughter about my experience was contagious.

  3. I hate it when the thing-a-ma-bops don’t connect to the whatcha-ma-call-its like they should. Those thingies should come with instructions.

    Besos, Sarah
    Blogger at Journeys of The Zoo

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