I got an early morning flat on my morning stroll to The Scoop today. This was a silly pinch flat: under-inflated 32mm Pasalas and rough-housing on Lincoln Street, which is torn up and wonderful at the moment.
Then on the way to work, I got a flat on the MB-2.
Both on front tires. Both easy quick fixes.
These are flats number 3 and 4 since I wrote the "I hardly ever get flats" piece for OTM just over a month ago.
Any seasoned cyclist would certainly have seen these flats coming. Indeed, I deserve them.