Riding north out of Barnsley this morning my front tyre went flat for no apparent reason. Eventually I got the tyre off (very tight steel bead) and put in a new tube, which I then proceeded to rip as I levered the tyre back on. D'oh! It was, of course, starting to rain by this stage. After another fight, I got the tyre off again and put my second spare tube in and re-fitted the tyre with more care and a lot more swearing (I hope my thumbs will recover eventually.) As I was about to start pumping the tyre up with my stupidly small pump, a man came running over from the other side of the road with a track pump, asking if it would be any help. Yes! It pumped the tyre up a lot harder and a lot faster than I would have managed with my pump. On the off-chance that the pump owner is reading this - a very big thank you! This act of helpfulness makes up for the act of muppetry experienced in the centre of Barnsley. I can't work out what reasoning a driver would use to suppose that a cyclist in the right hand lane of a roundabout would be turing left and therefore make it possible to over take the cyclist and turn left. No amount of horn sounding and shouting abuse is going to make up for such stupidity.