- Location
- Glasgow
My history of punctures since I started cycling everywhere 6 years ago:
one on the cheap Kendas that came with my first bike: took the train home, googled how to change an inner tube.
One pinch flat after fitting my first Marathons, walked what was left to work, changed the inner indoors.
One spectacular valve failure (bumm!) on a sunny day at the cafe stop, changed the tube in the sunshine.
One slow puncture two summers ago, got to work by topping the air up a few times, changed the tube there.
Until tonight, dark, drizzly, cold: puncture just over a mile from home.
I could have pushed the bike the short distance, but then it dawned on me that I have never actually fixed a flat at the roadside in adverse conditions, so I found a safe place under a covered bike shelter and did just that.
A curious gentleman emerged from the pub, said he would have liked to help but regrettably was a bit drunk, told me he admired the fact that I was not going to give my bike to my husband to fix.
Yeah, well, I said, the poor man is busy enough with his work.
I don't have a husband
Note to myself: a little light with a head strap has to be added to my tool bottle: those energy saving street lights aren't half dim when you are trying to locate the valve hole!
The Pocked Rocket I picked up years ago half price in Halfords, lent to plenty but never used myself before tonight, is the bee's knees: 200 strokes give just over 30 psi according to Joe Blow, so if I'm further from home I need at least 400 strokes.
one on the cheap Kendas that came with my first bike: took the train home, googled how to change an inner tube.
One pinch flat after fitting my first Marathons, walked what was left to work, changed the inner indoors.
One spectacular valve failure (bumm!) on a sunny day at the cafe stop, changed the tube in the sunshine.
One slow puncture two summers ago, got to work by topping the air up a few times, changed the tube there.
Until tonight, dark, drizzly, cold: puncture just over a mile from home.
I could have pushed the bike the short distance, but then it dawned on me that I have never actually fixed a flat at the roadside in adverse conditions, so I found a safe place under a covered bike shelter and did just that.
A curious gentleman emerged from the pub, said he would have liked to help but regrettably was a bit drunk, told me he admired the fact that I was not going to give my bike to my husband to fix.
Yeah, well, I said, the poor man is busy enough with his work.
I don't have a husband

Note to myself: a little light with a head strap has to be added to my tool bottle: those energy saving street lights aren't half dim when you are trying to locate the valve hole!
The Pocked Rocket I picked up years ago half price in Halfords, lent to plenty but never used myself before tonight, is the bee's knees: 200 strokes give just over 30 psi according to Joe Blow, so if I'm further from home I need at least 400 strokes.
