More than a week and a half and I'm still housebound, but yesterday I
dug out the flatfoot -- a Trek "Pure" that hasn't seen much service
since my knee healed -- and took a lap around the block. I couldn't
remember what pressure the tires took, and the sidewalls didn't say,
so I guessed forty pounds and my thumb said that that was about right.
Then my spouse found a slightly-rough spot on the sidewall; he looked
at it in a good light with his built-in magnifiers and said that the
pressure should be between thirty and fifty.
At that point, the alarm in my pocket went off so I went inside and
took medicine before mounting up. Forgot to pin my ankles to save
wear on my hems, and also forgot that I carry safety pins in my wallet
for just such an emergency.
Flatfoots are great for rehab, by the way: you can't fall off, and
it's only by extreme acrobatics that you can exert yourself.
But you can't *go* anywhere.
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I take that back -- a few hours after writing this post, I rode the
flatfoot to the teller machine.
I usually walk.
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