»He makes the sign of a wave

While riding to work with Peter this morning, I churned through a pile of construction debris near the San Bruno Pedestrian Overpass, and immediately got a pinch flat. I dread getting flats on the bianchi, because the Wolber rims are slightly oversize. Peter whipped out a spoon and said, "This works well." And it does. Magnificently in fact. If I hadn't filed down all my spoons to use as shivs, I'd stick one in my timbuk right now. Maybe I can lift one from the café.
Peter got a flat when we rode over a recently resurfaced section of Polhemus Road, where two nice bicycle-tyre-sized potholes made him almost ditch. We heard the 'sproing' of breaking spokes (a common sound on Peter's wheel these days!) and he pulled over to the side of the road and whipped out the spoon. We decided to shoot for the 10.03 train, which was about two miles away, and rolled up to the station just as it pulled away. We waited for the next train equipped with donuts and chocolate milk from a convenient nearby bakery.