nilling
Über Member
- Location
- Preston, UK
Last Fri night cycling home I got a front flat, 3 miles into my 17 mile commute. I was on my new Genesis Day One Disc. This bike does not have QR for the wheels, instead it has allen key nut. Whilst rummaging through my tools I can hear my inner voice saying “it’s only for one day, what are the chances of getting a puncture on your very first commute?”. True enough I don’t have an allen key. I know there’s a bike shop not far away but when I get there it’s closed. There’s a Lidl store nearby and they always have tools. But I don’t have a lock with me. I start thinking I can leave my bike in open view at the front of the shop and dash through but I stop myself; I wouldn’t ride on a flat but a thief may. At a nearby industrial unit I find somebody kind enough to lend me an allen key set.
Off comes the wheel but whilst I’m taking out the inner tube I notice that it’s a 35c and the spare I’m carrying is only a 23c. No problem I have found the tiny hole and I am carrying a punture repair kit. I have a patch but the tube of glue is stuck at the bottom of a plastic bag. Despite the tube never being used it’s split and all leaked. So I then decide I’ll put in the 23c tube and see what happens. Whilst pumping up the tyre my Aldi pump comes apart in my hands, it’s useless.
It’s about 6pm so I chance walking. It’s rural roads and I maybe able to flag another cyclist down and get my tyre pumped up. But no sign of another cyclist. I finally give up and ring a local taxi firm to take me and my bike home. Thinking the taxi driver will arrive in a minibus or an estate I’m bemused when he turns up in a Vauxhall saloon. I tell him if he doesn’t have an allen keys he’ll not get it in but that doesn’t stop him trying. I’m stood watching my new bike being rammed into the boot of the taxi by a very determined taxi driver. I could cry! I’m telling him it’s ok I’ll just walk home when he manages to put down the rear seats, even though he said they wouldn’t two minutes before. Eventually my bike is finally in the boot. I’ve used my buff to tie-down the boot lid to stop it banging on the hoods.
I’m finally get home some 3 hours after leaving work. The taxi fare is £25 but I’m so grateful I give him a £5 tip. Bike seems fine despite it’s rough handling. Thinking myself as a self-reliant cyclist with nearly 30 years commuting experience behind me I was determined to fix these problems myself and get home. Now I think that in this instance I’d have been better off with no tools at all as I would have just walked 10 minutes to the nearby train station and travelled home on a nice warm train!
Off comes the wheel but whilst I’m taking out the inner tube I notice that it’s a 35c and the spare I’m carrying is only a 23c. No problem I have found the tiny hole and I am carrying a punture repair kit. I have a patch but the tube of glue is stuck at the bottom of a plastic bag. Despite the tube never being used it’s split and all leaked. So I then decide I’ll put in the 23c tube and see what happens. Whilst pumping up the tyre my Aldi pump comes apart in my hands, it’s useless.
It’s about 6pm so I chance walking. It’s rural roads and I maybe able to flag another cyclist down and get my tyre pumped up. But no sign of another cyclist. I finally give up and ring a local taxi firm to take me and my bike home. Thinking the taxi driver will arrive in a minibus or an estate I’m bemused when he turns up in a Vauxhall saloon. I tell him if he doesn’t have an allen keys he’ll not get it in but that doesn’t stop him trying. I’m stood watching my new bike being rammed into the boot of the taxi by a very determined taxi driver. I could cry! I’m telling him it’s ok I’ll just walk home when he manages to put down the rear seats, even though he said they wouldn’t two minutes before. Eventually my bike is finally in the boot. I’ve used my buff to tie-down the boot lid to stop it banging on the hoods.
I’m finally get home some 3 hours after leaving work. The taxi fare is £25 but I’m so grateful I give him a £5 tip. Bike seems fine despite it’s rough handling. Thinking myself as a self-reliant cyclist with nearly 30 years commuting experience behind me I was determined to fix these problems myself and get home. Now I think that in this instance I’d have been better off with no tools at all as I would have just walked 10 minutes to the nearby train station and travelled home on a nice warm train!