Brahan
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- Location
- West Sussex
The week before last, the missis took the kids to Center Parcs at Longleat on Friday morning. This meant I had the whole (long weekend) to myself to get pissed and what not. After riding home to an empty house on Friday evening, I headed out to the local.
After a few jars I decided I would ride the TT bike from East Grinstead to Longleat the following morning, so set for home and prepared my alarm clock.
Off went the alarm and I was out on the road after 15 minutes, making good speed as the rising sun dried dewy damp spots on the road. Feeling fresh and well aware I shouldn't push myself too hard too early, I was surprised to see I had managed over 21 mph average on the 45 mile mark when my rear tub died. No panic, tubs are reliable and I had a spare. Anyway, I must have ridden thousands of miles on tubs.....
That first blow out was on the road between Guildford and Farham. I kept on the road, going well until I hit a hard patch, coming in to Four Marks (?) had to spin the granny gear for a few miles into the headwind. Continued through Winchester where the next tub blew, forcing a 3 mile cleated dance to a life saving bike shop to buy their shittiest and only tub. Whacked it on and continued on the 303 to Andover in the heaviest rain you can imagine. Got thorough Andover and was going well when suddenly my newly replaced rear tub went BANG. Oh FFS! Waltzed back into Andover to find there that the only 2 shops I could find had no tubs.
Phoned the missis who rescued me from the pub I sat in for the next 3 hours while the rain nearly washed the town away.
Tubs are cool. But I think that given that I ruined 3 of them and a carbon tri spoke on the ride, it would have been cheaper for me to get a cab.
Meh
After a few jars I decided I would ride the TT bike from East Grinstead to Longleat the following morning, so set for home and prepared my alarm clock.
Off went the alarm and I was out on the road after 15 minutes, making good speed as the rising sun dried dewy damp spots on the road. Feeling fresh and well aware I shouldn't push myself too hard too early, I was surprised to see I had managed over 21 mph average on the 45 mile mark when my rear tub died. No panic, tubs are reliable and I had a spare. Anyway, I must have ridden thousands of miles on tubs.....
That first blow out was on the road between Guildford and Farham. I kept on the road, going well until I hit a hard patch, coming in to Four Marks (?) had to spin the granny gear for a few miles into the headwind. Continued through Winchester where the next tub blew, forcing a 3 mile cleated dance to a life saving bike shop to buy their shittiest and only tub. Whacked it on and continued on the 303 to Andover in the heaviest rain you can imagine. Got thorough Andover and was going well when suddenly my newly replaced rear tub went BANG. Oh FFS! Waltzed back into Andover to find there that the only 2 shops I could find had no tubs.
Phoned the missis who rescued me from the pub I sat in for the next 3 hours while the rain nearly washed the town away.
Tubs are cool. But I think that given that I ruined 3 of them and a carbon tri spoke on the ride, it would have been cheaper for me to get a cab.
Meh