The only problem with going to this bakery is trying to make a decision about what to get. I inevitably end up getting more than I should - but I can't say that I regret it.
This is only half of what they offer:
Now you know why I restrict myself from visiting this bakery to bike rides only. I do not drive here. I make myself earn it! Besides, there's too much room in the car. It's possible that the only way I get out of here with minimal amounts of baked goods is the fact that I have to carry it on my bike. Usually that restricts what types of things I get too, but today I decided that even if it got mangled from being bounced around on the bike I was taking home a coconut cream pie. The girl behind the counter was clearly skeptical about that plan, but when I opened the box the pie was perfection:
Who says picking up a pie on a bike is impossible? So diving face first into the coconut cream was my first order of business when I got home. After my second sugar rush of the day (you know that we had something to eat while we were at the bakery, right?) I removed the back wheel from the bike and commenced the repair work for the second time today. I wanted to see what I'd done wrong with the patch so I pumped some air into the tube and looked for where it was leaking. To my great surprise, there was nothing wrong with the patch! I hadn't screwed that up! I discovered the new leak and started looking for the cause. The first time today I had found a small piece of metal wire in the tire. It looked like it could have been half of a heavy staple. This time I found a small piece of glass embedded in the rubber, just barely breaking through to the inside. I kept examining the tire just out of habit (my mentor taught me well) but I really didn't expect to find anything else. Boy was I surprised when I found another piece of metal. This was also well concealed in the rubber and just barely exposed on the inside. I had a hard time removing it and again had to resort to using an upholstery needle and tweezers.
Although discovering that I hadn't botched the patch job improved my mood, I still don't know if I should have found the additional culprits when I fixed the first flat - or if I might have picked them up between there and when we stopped at the cars to unload the baked goods. No telling. Next time I won't be in such a rush when I fix a flat though. It's worth taking a few more minutes to see if there're any other problems lurking.