Today Ouest and I took her bike to the gas station to fill a flat tire. Gas stations here in Mexico still have free air and water—try finding that in the States—and a small crowd gathered around to look at the bike and see what the gringos were up to. The tire wouldn’t hold air though, so I asked for a screwdriver in order to pull the tire off and take a look at the tube. Instead of a screwdriver the worker pointed me across the street to a motorcycle repair shop. We walked over there and the owner then took us outside, walked us to the corner and pointed to a bicycle repair shop just a block away. Just another reason we love Mexican cities. Something’s broke? Well it just so happens there is a place that can fix that within three blocks of wherever you happen to be standing at the time.
The guy at the bike shop took the tire apart, found a hole in the tube, then pulled a big thorn out of the tire. He spent about twenty minutes repairing it and putting the tire back together, then happily handed the bike back to Ouest and asked me for fifteen pesos. Fifteen pesos! A buck and a quarter he wanted for twenty minutes work. I doubled it with a big thank-you and we watched as Ouest tore off.
Joven y Viejo. Young and Old.
5 Comments on “Bike Tire”
Viva Mexico!
Me encanta esa profundidad e historia de esas casitas mexicanas ya en ruinas… son encantadoras!!!
Viva Mexico!!!
That is why we love Mexico and can’t wait to go back to La Cruz and the people that live there……
Great site. But what are nanchis?
Little fruit that grown in bunches on trees. We can’t stand the taste of them. Ali thinks they smell like puke. Want us to send you a bag? 🙂