Today is Blake's hatchday! To celebrate we are going to glue an eggtooth on his beak and pluck out his tail so he fits when we fold him back up into an egg.
I do occasionally bike to work even when RDC isn't home (for discipline and to need the car himself) but it's so easy to make excuses to drive when he's gone: it makes for a shorter day for Blake, I can run errands during lunch instead of after work (again less alone-time for Blake), and, uh, I probably had others.
Last Saturday, the 2nd, leaving the pool after my swim, I detoured around the construction not the marked way but my own, shorter, way, apparently through a nest of those thorny thingies. Do I know how to change my own tubes? I do not. So I drove Monday and Tuesday, RDC came home Tuesday, Wednesday I took the other bus route (a mile walk on one end and a half on the other: not bad, but going from cold to overheated bus to cold to overheated building is going to suck this winter), Thursday and Friday I had off. Sunday RDC, not I, changed the tubes, because patching the tubes would have required umpteen little patches.
I do know, in principle, how to do it, how to pop the tire off the rim, how to test the tube for punctures, how to apply a patch. I have just never actually done it. I ought to know how to do it, because, unlike changing a car's oil, a flat cannot be planned for and renders the vehicle useless until fixed. More than to know how to do it, I ought actually to do it. Next time (ha!)
Two 3.8-mile city rides.