An absolute, unmitigated shitshow this morning.
Out the door only just on time because I ran out of cheese; thus making the usual packed lunch non-viable.
Two hundred yards down the road I'm struck by a violent hissing from the back tyre so turned around went home, flipped the bike upside down out the front of the flat and changed the tube.
Oddly the damage was on the inside (rim side) of the tube but I could find absolutely no cause - no floating debris, nothing embedded in the rim tape, no punctures through the tap, no sharp edges on the tape itself.. Checked the inside of the tyre for glass in the same area too - nothing.
Ran my fingers over both areas repeatedly - which should have been cut to shreds by something given the ferocity of the puncture - again, absolutely nothing.
New tube in an back on my way I got about half a mile from home before the same happened again. Process repeated in-situ this time, again damage in the same place, again absolutely no cause evident. Spare tube already holed I had no option but to repair the one that came out, again checking for more debris but coming up empty-handed.
Managing some degree of thought I headed back to the flat - firstly to inflate the tyre properly with the track pump and secondly to give everything the opportunity to fail again, at least closer to home. Back, tyre inflated, back out towards town - f*cked again within 100 yards.
Walked it home, slung it inside disgraced and got in the car
So, that's something delightful to attend to when I get home - which will need sorting pretty sharpish as I really need to get to the shops for supplies for tomorrow's lunch. I did think afterwards that I could have taken the Routier, however that wouldn't have helped with the shop situation as my panniers won't really fit the rack.. I guess absolute worst-case I could take a rucksack but this would be less than ideal.
Looks like I'll be carefully stripping that wheel down to nothing and giving it a damned good clean tonight in the hope of finding the root of this issue, although I'm not holding my breath...
The only positive from the whole sorry ordeal was the sheer volume of folks who stopped and offered to help - a couple of pedestrians, one driver, one practicing cyclist (although they all offered tools / kit)... seems there's a lot of us in this area which really is unsurprising since a bike's pretty much the best way to get into town.
I also had encouragement from someone's golden retriever behind the gates of a nearby property - which was very vocal until I actually turned around and waved to it; this seemingly being enough to allay its concerns for my wellbeing, after which it wondered off back inside
