On Sunday, I went to straddle my bicycle to ride to an early (6am) meeting.
No cigar! I had fallen victim to the deadly Goat Head, and the back tire was flat. I murmured, and took my emergency Beater Bike.
Time for a religion lesson.
You may have heard of Adam and Eve. They lived long ago, in a fabulous garden, and naked as jaybirds. Which was a good thing, since Adam had "abs of steel," and Eve could have been a swimsuit model, if only she'd had a swimsuit.
But alas, they succumbed to temptation, and ate the forbidden fruit.
God evicted them from the Garden of Eden – the party was over.
But not only that! God told Adam, "… Cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life;
"Thorns also and thistles shall it bring forth to thee…" (Genesis 3:17-18)
Yep – it's Adam's fault that I get flat tires!
Goathead, or puncture vine, is the bane of bicyclist's existence in these parts. (And dogs and barefoot people, too.) I consider myself very fortunate for having completed almost 3 months, and 1200+ miles, before my first goathead encounter of the year. (It won't be the last.)
Surely my weekend goatheads were leftovers from last year's crop. This year's batch won't get mature and crispy until late summer.
Here's my goathead gallery, just in case you don't know what the plant looks like. (The best remedy is avoidance.)