Boris Bajic
Guest
Yesterday. Welsh Borders.
42 miles from home. 36 miles from mother-in-law's house. Slow puncture. No repair kit (don't ask).
Spare tube was for a 650 rim. Road bike runs 700s. Trying to put it on with frozen fingers was a comedy sketch. Checked the box and the tube about a zillion times before accepting the tube was ridiulously tiny.
Wife had to drive back from destination to collect me. I nearly froze to death (it felt like it).
Two cyclists passed me without checking I was OK.
The cycling fairy is a b1tch. A stupid, heartless, uncaring b1tch.
"Ja qifsha nanen e nanes", as they say in the Accursed Mountains.
42 miles from home. 36 miles from mother-in-law's house. Slow puncture. No repair kit (don't ask).
Spare tube was for a 650 rim. Road bike runs 700s. Trying to put it on with frozen fingers was a comedy sketch. Checked the box and the tube about a zillion times before accepting the tube was ridiulously tiny.
Wife had to drive back from destination to collect me. I nearly froze to death (it felt like it).
Two cyclists passed me without checking I was OK.
The cycling fairy is a b1tch. A stupid, heartless, uncaring b1tch.
"Ja qifsha nanen e nanes", as they say in the Accursed Mountains.