When I ride in a group I'm pretty much silent. Conversing with me is always an adventure. Given that I'm deaf in one ear and hard of hearing in the other, and that I remove my hearing aid when riding, it is easier to remain mute rather than ask someone to repeat themselves, in what is usually a banal remark anyhow.
Given that background, I had a really fun evening last night. This year's inaugural Monday Night ride out of Pflugerville had us going on a generally north-south loop and included some roads I was unfamiliar with. I vaguely remember going the other way on one section, but that isn't germane to the narrative. Because we have several miles of in-town riding I brought along my GoPro in case something interesting occurred.
Nothing did. We did pass an exotic animal farm and saw some zebras.
Well, I went out to correct the situation this afternoon only to find I no longer had a mini-pump in its holder. Gone. Pook, ding-fu! Now, the mini-pump is a redundancy, in that my primary air is compressed. When I'm expecting difficulties I even carry two cartridges. In the last fifteen years, I've only needed the mini once. But when you have a bad day, and ruin all your tubes and cartridges and still need air, this is there. I guess I'll be off to Bicycle Sport Shop for a replacement.