|It's hard to tell it's flat, but put any weight on it and it smushes down completely.|
To add insult to injury the one Hubway left in the rack at DTX wasn't working (someone had just grabbed the other one), so I had to walk from the T to work.
Just one of those mornings. At least it was a gorgeous morning- low 70's and sunny. I wish I'd had my camera to grab some street shots of all the bikers who didn't get flats this morning: including a stately older gentleman in a natty hat who was taking his bike off the bus rack, a woman in a hot pink pencil skirt with legs pumping- in a hurry to get somewhere, and a bunch of regular everyday riders in business clothes.
In the evening I rode a hubway from the financial district to Charles MGH. Merging through that nasty traffic circle was not made any easier by riding an enormous and slow to accelerate Hubway, but I made it fine by being assertive, and then becoming a pedestrian. Then I walked across the river to MIT where I put Gilbert in the basement of the Scientist's building and hitched a ride home with him.