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I was now less than a half-marathon away and could feasibly jog back home were an ill-fated mishap happen to the iron steed now, like another tire explosion. Connect and share knowledge within a single location that is structured and easy to search. I huffy nighthawk may live in an active-adult community, but this grandma isn’t over-the-hill yet! In fact, I feel much younger whenever I’m on my Huffy Cruiser. I’ve added a few photos of my Huffy hangin’ out in Solivita (which means ‘Life in the Sun!’) where I live.
Wearing glowsticks on the neck and wrists and reflective orange bands on the calves, I set out onto dark roads illuminated only by the super-bright headlight of the cruiser. One great thing about setting out at this cricket-chirping hour was that there were very few cars on the road. It was a particular relief to make it out of the Poudre Canyon shortly after the last remnants of daylight disappeared.
The metallic blue Huffy Cape Cod cruiser is design for comfort, convenience and fun. The convenient front rack is designed for easy use with a large area to carry items. A stylish pouch is tucked behind the saddle with enough room for your keys, phone and other essentials. The special details begin with the custom sculpted aluminum head tube badge featuring the Cape Cod design. Proprietary chrome Cape Cod insignias adorn the bike, with an anchor featured on the chrome crown fork.
Only two blocks away from Walden’s Shell gas station—the official turnaround point of the ride—I rode by three guys having a chit chat in front of someone’s garage when there was a loud bang. It sounded like a gunshot but I instantly realized exactly what it was when it happened. My butt knew from the way the rear of the bicycle huffy cruiser was squirming around. After that, I decided it was a good idea to let some air out of the front tire to obviate the risk of that one popping too. “Hey,” I asked the cashier at the Shell station, “is there a bike shop in town? ” The hope was I might be able to pick up another tube before heading back to Fort Collins.
If the tire pressure is too high, the tires unseat from the wheels, allowing the tube to escape and pop like a balloon. So the night before I inflated the tires right up to what I thought was the “safe threshold,” which experience told me was 40 PSI on this bike (still 15 PSI under the maximum pressure labeled on the sidewalls). I wanted to have the lowest possible rolling resistance for this ride, after all. There were much more cars on the road in the afternoon than during the wee hours of the day. A funny thing was that motorcyclists kept waving as I was crawling back up the pass.