Waited later than usual to go do my Monday shit-shoveling, because it was bloody cold. When I got there, H said she had tangled with a patch of goathead thorns while riding her cart, and would I mind replacing the tubes in both tires?
No, that’s not much of a job. I can swap out tubes really easy. But getting all those thorns out of the tires, now. That’s a job. Bet it took a hour to go over both tires with a pair of tweezers, so the new tubes wouldn’t go the way of the old ones. Those thorns are evil.
She’s got some solid tires coming.