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Simon’s brightest – About flat tyres and changing of tubes

Section “Simon’s brightest” has be neglected for a while now. The reason for sure is not a lack of material to write about or that I have radically changed my way of functioning. On the contrary, the material is piling up and my talent for trying to put into practice a more or less original idea is ever so present. At the same time, there was a lot of other stuff going on all the time.

This time about flat tyres and changing of tubes. Saying goodbye to El Salvador and entering Honduras I had quite some opportunities to practice these activities. Shoulders over there are full of small pieces of wire coming from blown-out car tyres. If you tackle these kind of roads with a slightly worn out tyres, the result is quite predictive – flat tire.
And so I was approaching a gas station in Honduras when I experienced a familiar feeling when the rear wheel is just not turning the way it should. A quick glimpse down and yes – I have a flat. It’s a good thing the gas station and with it a shady spot is near. It just these 100 metres that I have to overcome. But I’m not walking if I can cycle. The rear tire completely flat and with each rotation there is a feeling like I have rolled over something. It really does not feel right. So just before the gas station I dismount and walk to the shade.
Once in shade, I take off the stuff from Lou and I turn it upside down. Take off the wheel, take off the tire and the tube and the origin of that strange feeling of rolling over something becomes apparent. I have destroyed the valve. Lesson 1 of the day – there is a reason why it is not smart to cycle with an empty tire. You do more damage than benefit!
Since I’m left with no other option, I replace the tube with a brand new one (the last spare I had). Earlier I have decided to also change the tire with a new one (having this in mind I have cycled for the past 14 days with a pair of brand new ones). So I put a new tube into a new tire and I start to put the pair onto the wheel. The valve just does not want to go through the hole in the rim. No matter how I push, change the angles of pushing it and all that I can think of, the valve and the rim do not seem to like each other. This means it is time to use some help. So I take the pliers and I try with them. After several failed attempts I try again without them and this time it fits. Great!
I finish to put on the new tire, I fill it with air, load up Lou and treat myself with a cigarette to celebrate a job well done. Somewhat too early!
I mount Lou and as I’m about to set off, there’s this familiar feeling that there is something wrong with my rear wheel. I look down – flat! I’m completely baffled. I did use a new tube and a new tire.
Again the standard procedure of unloading Lou, turning it upside down, taking off the wheel, taking off the tire and looking for the puncture. Exactly on the opposite side of the valve, just where I have previously fiddled around with the pliers. Surely this cannot be the cause. Well, the second hole, just at the right distance from the first one, makes it absolutely clear for me that pliers are not the best tool to use to fiddle with the tube. Lesson 2 passed.
Only time will tell how much have I really learned from these two lessons.

With a Smile on my face, until next time!
Simon

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Simon’s Brightest – Coffee With Milk

For this jubilee thirties post on this blog I have decided to open a new category. I’m naming it “Simon’s Brightest” and it is intended to immortalise some of my particularly brilliant moments on my travels (this one and also earlier ones). There are a few in stock, but considering my unquestionable talent and giftedness, I have no doubt there will be enough material for this category.

For this first entry I will travel back for about three months when I was still battling the heat and humidity of August in Mississippi. In contrast with other days when the sun was scorching down and the humidity after 9h was so unbearable that one was soaked in sweat just walking out on the street, on this day it was raining pleasantly all morning. Since it was one of my off days, I was able to treat myself with a slow awakening into life and wandering outside little before noon for a coffee. Just for pleasure!
Based on the recommendation of my local host I ventured on the main street where there was a nice little café with good coffee. A nice young woman in her mid-twenties is there behind the counter. With a charming smile on her face she asks me: “What can I get for you sir?” Since it is only befitting and above all it feels appropriate I smile back and I reply “One coffee latte please!” I’m all about kindness but this does not stop me from further specifying my order. Coffee is, after all, something sacred in my world and when I have the chance to drink a proper coffee, I want to drink it the way I like, with milk. So I add “And can I have some milk with it!” She looks at me confused. As she is not entirely sure and to avoid any misunderstanding, she asks me “Coffee latte with milk?!” And now is my turn to be confused for a moment. Well at least until it hits me. I have ordered coffee LATTE. The name itself suggests there will be milk with my coffee.
I turn red and a dumb smile comes across my face! Fuck it, sometimes I just do manage to pull one off!

With a Smile on my face, until next time!
Simon

Mexican Latte
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