Ganymede
Veteran
- Location
- Rural Kent
Fellow CycleChatters, the day at last arrived. After 2 1/2 years of regular cycling, and many many years of occasional bike rides, I finally got a puncture.
Imagine my delight.
No, really, because at last I got a go at repairing one! It was luckily not an inconvenient puncture in the rain 20 miles from home, so I was actually happy to fix it. It was a tiny hole, probably a thorn, and very easily patched, though the process of getting the thing off the wheel was quite difficult - it was the back wheel of my semi-'bent which is a rather heavily engineered machine and didn't correspond to any of the diagrams in my 1980s copy of Richard's Bicycle Book. Mr G helped with getting the wheel back on as I needed a bit of heft to hold it in place, but otherwise I managed it all by feel with the bike hung up from one of the beams in the garage.
I checked to see if there was anything in the tyre that would puncture again but I couldn't find anything so I hope it doesn't happen again. But at least I'll know how! And I kind of feel a patched spare tube is a badge of honour.
Imagine my delight.
No, really, because at last I got a go at repairing one! It was luckily not an inconvenient puncture in the rain 20 miles from home, so I was actually happy to fix it. It was a tiny hole, probably a thorn, and very easily patched, though the process of getting the thing off the wheel was quite difficult - it was the back wheel of my semi-'bent which is a rather heavily engineered machine and didn't correspond to any of the diagrams in my 1980s copy of Richard's Bicycle Book. Mr G helped with getting the wheel back on as I needed a bit of heft to hold it in place, but otherwise I managed it all by feel with the bike hung up from one of the beams in the garage.
I checked to see if there was anything in the tyre that would puncture again but I couldn't find anything so I hope it doesn't happen again. But at least I'll know how! And I kind of feel a patched spare tube is a badge of honour.