It Had To Happen.....
My first puncture on the trail
and on my own, about 7 miles away from home. I'm not
going to use that word again as I am told that it
holds the same jinx power for cyclists as MacBeth
holds for actors.
I'm on the North Downs Link on Sunday morning heading
to Bramley with my usual package of tomatoes and evisaging
a nice quiet run there and back before heading home
to wake my other half and go out somewhere for the rest
of the day. And so it was until I was about 3 miles
the other side of Cranleigh. Coming towards me fairly
constantly was a stream of cyclists wearing numbers
and going at quite a pace.
pulled over repeatedly as I thought they might be racing
and I didn't want to slow them down as I was only pootling
along, and some of their kids were going somewhat faster
than was entirely safe! I was getting quite peeved after
one of these junior cyclists literally ran me off the
track as he was going too fast to be able to avoid me.
after that (possibly because of my repeated trips off
the track and into the brambles, but maybe not) my rear
tyre flattened with spectacular speed. I cursed. I was
all alone and miles from home, also over a mile away
from the closest legal route off the Downs Link.
I had food, water, and as it was early in the day, all
the time in the world to get myself sorted out. I pushed
the bike until I found a nice patch of fairly flat ground
off the main track, removed pannier, and turned bike
upside down. After sitting for a while with the bike's
manual and having a drink, I resolved to give it a go!
I am always equipped with spare tube, patching kit,
pump ect so I set to.