Last week I felt like I was Dutch, since I had just bought a bike.
Well, it turns out you also need to know a thing or two about bikes to really be Dutch.
My ignorance became apparent when Timmy and I tried biking to church. Timmy got a flat tire about half-way there. I did not have a tire repair kit with me. I also don’t know how to patch a tire. As a quick reminder, the last time I owned my own bike was circa 1994 …
So, we walked our bikes until Linda came and picked us up after dropping the other kids off at church.
Actually, Linda only picked up Timmy. I knew we wouldn’t be able to fit both bikes in the car, so I finished biking to church. I also knew that we had 3 kids at church by themselves, mostly unsupervised, so I took off right when Linda got there. I figured she and Timmy could get the bike in the car and I needed to get to church ASAP. I got there a solid 20 minutes before Linda and Timmy. I was actually starting to get worried.
It turns out they couldn’t fit Timmy’s bike into the rental car. So, they had to find a place to lock the bike up and deal with it after church.
After church Linda dropped some kids off at home while Timmy and I waited at church. Then she brought a toolkit back and picked up Timmy. I biked to where they left Timmy’s bike and met them there. We used tools to get the front tire off, breaking the light in the process.
The next day we took the bike back to the shop where we bought it to get it repaired.
The day after that we bought a car.
Dutch Bentleys 
I got puncture protection foam inserts for my bike tires. I used to get a new thorn hole in my tires every time I rode in Pleasant Grove- home of the goathead thorns growing by every sidewalk. I haven’t had a popped inner tube since. Instead of buying inserts for the bike trailor wheels- since the inserts are $50 a piece, I got out my handy dandy hot glue gun and lined the inside of the outer tire with hot glue. Haven’t had a thorn hole in those since either.
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