I just had another &$**%#ing flat tire this evening,not sure what I hit but I heard it when it happened. Two in the last week, I can normally be back up and running in about 10 minutes but this time I was using a spare tube that I had patched (not very well I should add), because I ran out of new tubes and just ordered 8 this weekend but hey have not yet arrived. The patched tube would not hold air and I was about as far away from my house (8 miles) as is possible on this route. I did not have my cell phone with me either.
While I was changing the tube I noticed a red sport utility vehicle was pulled off the side of the road about 50 yards past me. In a minute or two a very nice lady walked back to ask if everything was ok and if I needed a ride. Being the macho idiot that I am said thanks but everything is fine, I have a spare tube. She looked again at me all greasy and sweating and said...are you sure.

She was a very fit nice looking lady that I suspect was a cyclist, runner or triathlete type person and me looking like ...well..let's just say that I look like I am more in the early stages of looking like a cyclist, runner or triathlete type person, very early stages. She looked a little hesitant about leaving but I assured her I was fine. She had not been gone 3 minutes or so when i realized my patched tube wasn't going to hold air.
I decided that with my SPD SL cleets on that I would be better off walking away from my house to a convenience store about a mile away, there are no stores between where I was and my house. As soon as I started walking I noticed a pick up truck pulled off the side of the road a few hundred yards up. I crossed my fingers. When I was about 50 yards away the truck starts and takes off, I immediately put out my thumb

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The young man driving pulled over and asked me where I was going, I told him I had a flat and wanted to go to the end of the bypass. He said sure, throw your bike in the back. We had a good little chat and he took me all the way home. I offered him some cash for his gasoline and time but he would not accept it.
I was very fortunate this evening. I think it still being daylight out helped but more fortunate to have had two very considerate individuals in my area at that time. It doesn't always happen like that. The moral of this short story is: learn how to change tubes and keep two(good ones) on your bike, along with a pump or CO2 inflator and a couple of tire levers, at all times.
If you ride you will eventually have a flat tire, some of us more often than others.