Durp.

As I've mentioned before, I'm not real good with maintenance. I mean, I do it, but it's usually a little late. Or, sometimes, a lot late.

Yesterday I was turning around a corner and thought to myself "That's odd, it sounds like my tires are low."

Then I hit a stoplight and some guy at the bus stop nearby called "Hey buddy! Your back tire is low. REAL low."

I took a quick peek, and yep, it was pretty low. I found a gas station with an air compressor, but I had to pay 75 cents to use it. Man, I hate paying to use air. Anyway, tires filled, I ride on. And within 10 feet I noticed that, gosh, my bike sure does handle a lot better with air in the tires.

Durp.