Sunday morning I headed out to go race Stage 1 of the Tour Da Chicago when I got a flat within spitting distance of my front door.  Getting a flat always involves some calculations in terms of what to do next.  This time my options were:
1. Fix the flat right there, go race, & pray I don’t flat again.
2. Go home & grab my tubular wheel & again pray I don’t flat again
3. Go home & change flat in the warmth of my apartment
or 4. Go back to bed.

Later, after my long, much needed sleep, I went to ride my trainer and found it totally broken.  Instead of the low roar that used to drive my downstairs neighbors crazy I was hearing a piercing scrapping noise that drove me nuts.  I tired my best to fix it, but I’m pretty sure it is trashed (I’ll try & warranty it)

Believe it or not my biking expenses have really lowered in the past couple years mostly since I own most everything a biker like me needs to get by.  My racing bike is in pretty great shape & other than a few tubes & a new chain I don’t have to really worry about it.  My jacket & shoes are getting a bit sloppy, but they’ve got a year left in ‘em I hope.