We had a busy but non-productive weekend. I wasn't able to put in any mileage or do any of the home projects that I had planned. So, looking forward to a long lunch ride, this morning I got out the road bike to take to work. The front tire was a really splashy so I pumped it up. It had been almost a week since my last road ride so I figured I might have a slow leak and inflating the tire would hold until I got a chance to patch it. WRONG! I made it about 6 miles into the wind and up the hill when I noticed the tire was flat. Not wanting to stop where I was, I finished the grade and looked for a good place to change the tire. It's been awhile since I've changed that tire so it would not come off. I struggled with it for awhile when finally, POP, the tire came loose and I was able to pull out the tube. As I worked, I watched a curious mule deer graze the hill, stopping occasionally to watch me as it slowly worked its way toward me. I finally found both holes and was able to patch them up, pop the tire back on and give it enough air to get me back to the office. When I finally mounted the bike again, I looked down at the clock. 1:00 PM!!! That took way to long. I booked it down the hill, leary of my patch job, and fought the wind again all the way into town. I walked in sheepishly 15 minutes late, still needing to clean up and change. And I hardly have any mileage to show for it.