Fireworks?

Killer Klowns From Outer Space, the Special Edition sits unwatched on the coffee table. Maybe tomorrow afternoon, before the Killer Klowns from New York invade Fenway Park and are hopefully rebuffed by those scrappy kids in an ice cream truck.

After last night’s ballgame, I felt cheated by this afternoon’s contest, even thought Boston won, because the game only went for three hours and thirty-seven minutes. Compared to the four hour and forty-three minute marathon loss on Friday, today’s contest was a minute waltz . Tomorrow’s FRS / MFY game is going to be on ESPN and won’t start until 8 PM, which means it probably won’t go off until at least midnight. I may just go to bed without seeing the whole game, the FRS are going to win or lose whether I’m watching or not.

After the game this evening Donna and I decided to ride the tandem downtown and get a scoop of ice cream at the Sweet Cow Creamy. We have a fairly powerful headlight and a flashing taillight, so night riding in our small burg is a fairly safe proposition. Things were going smoothly until we were about a half mile from our destination and crossed some the railroad tracks. We hit a rough spot that wasn’t too visible and slammed the back wheel pretty hard. About 50 yards later a loud bang was heard. Gunshot? Firecracker? Nope, back tire. We had a flat.

Fortunately we had a spare tube and pump and were not too far from a well lit street corner. I popped off the back wheel and put in the new tube. Donna showed me the big hole in the tube, I showed her the bent rim and for good measure, the nice split in the tire (thankfully not all the way through.) Got everything back together and pumped the tire back up with a small collapsible pump that we got when we bought the bike. Because you can only get 1/2 to 2/3 the air pressure recommended for the tire with the bity hand pump, we finished the trip, including the ice cream stop, slowly and carefully.