So for the rest of the ride I had to stop every couple miles and borrow a pump. I discovered that nearly every cyclist, though helpful, was unfamiliar with the basic workings of their pump. I also discovered, sadly, that organized rides can be woefully unprepared for helping disabled cyclists. When I said I just needed a pump, he shook his head. I limped back to Winslow for my bowl of chili and the ferry ride to Seattle, a sadder but wiser road rider.
Minor setbacks can unnecessarily spoil a day.
Cyclists should not only carry repair tools and spares, but also know how to use them. And preferably test them within the relative comfort of a garage. Because a pump that you don't know how to use is as worthless as no pump. Our committee met at the North End Juice Bar on Tuesday, March 10, 1998. I were lonely sitting around the big table.