Today I broke out my bike, zipped over to a gas station and pumped my tires full of air, then rode downtown. Within four blocks my front tire was almost flat. Uh-oh. I'm a fair weather bike rider, I'll admit it. And I'm impatient with small hassles that mess with my plan for a day. Oh, and forget about me fixing the tire myself. I'll get my hands dirty with plenty of things, but this really isn't one of them. At least not at this point in my life. I guess it's a Princess point for me.
Anyway, the weather was nice, so I figured I could walk my bike around. I made it to Biga Pizza for my lunch date then went on to finish my errands. I stopped in and saw my pal H-bomb at The Red Rooster, who reminded me that conveniently, Missoula has bike shops all around town and one is literally in the middle of downtown. So, I pushed over to Hellgate Cyclery for a tire repair. They had my bike ready and rolling again in thirty minutes. Zippety-do! Now, that's living like a Princess!