Day 2—Mississauga to Darlington Provincial Park
We’ve made it to the park, for awhile, we were looking at “other” options. A convenient motel, a taxi, a phone call to friends or relatives.
We were expecting a 90 km day, give or take. A bit longer than we like to plan since we seem to be good at underestimating, but we really wanted to get through Toronto. I know everybody who lives in the Toronto area is very clear about the differences between Scarborough, Toronto, North York, etc. but to us ruralites, the big blob of urban-ness is all Toronto. We were doing well, managing to cope with both hordes of people on the Waterfront Trail and traffic on the bigger roads. We had already stopped at a grocery store for our evening supply of food. Then it happened….the flat.
Ken managed to pick up something sharp in his back tire and was walking to a nice grassy picnic area near by. Unfortunate, but we can cope. Unloaded the bike, took the wheel off, peeled off the tire, removed the inner tube, checked the tire for anything sharp that might be causing the problem, found nothing (this turned out to be important), replaced the tube with one of our two spares and reversed the process. We were on our way.
A few km down the road, the tire was flat again. Oh no! Unloaded the bike, took the wheel off, peeled off the tire, removed the inner tube, checked the tire for anything sharp that might be causing the problem, again found nothing (this turned out to be important), replaced the tube with our last spare and reversed the process. We were on our way.
It happened again. No spares left. 5:30 pm on a holiday Monday. Ride the last 10 km on a flat tire? Not a plan. Then a plan, not a good one, but we were out of options (there was no motel in sight!). Found the leak in one of the tubes, wrapped it with first aid tape, pumped up the tire—it held!
Managed to get to the park, a 107 km day, ate supper, showered, read a book and went to bed. First thing tomorrow, look for the bike shop in Bowmanville, 13 km away.