A few posts back, I wrote nostalgically about my first bicycle. But it’s not all rainbows and espresso milkshakes when it comes to bikes.
A month or so ago, I encountered the seedy underbelly of southern Oregon, in the form of this evil, pesky, and downright mean abomination:
Around here, these are called Goathead Thorns along with a whole bunch of expletive-intensive nicknames. The Latin name is Tribulus Terrestris, which fits. They’ve certainly caused me some tribulation. Over the last month, they’ve caused three flat tires with multiple punctures. It may not be obvious from the photo, but those thorns are amazingly tough. They don’t just break off when you roll over them.
I finally went to a bike shop and put in tire liners. Since then, I’ve pulled several of those nasty things out of my tires, but so far the liner has protected the tubes. Ha! Take that, you devil’s thorn scum! *looks frantically for some wood to knock on*
It’s odd to me that, for all the riding on the same trail I’ve done since I first moved here, it’s only been within the last month I’ve had a run-in with these. Maybe they were easing me into living in a new area. Well, the honeymoon is apparently over.
Welcome to Oregon.