My commute, 10 miles on a nice flat cycle track, has come stuttering to a halt over the last 3 weeks.
The preface to this story (for those with tl; dr syndrome) is that I've given up the bike until the new year due to endless frustration.
It all started with a puncture. Not a big one either. I'd run out of patches so had to wait until the weekend to get to a shop to get some, meaning I was on the bus for a week.
Puncture repaired that weekend and I was set to go. First ride in in the bleak winter, I hadn't realised that it was getting dark so early. That ride home was in the pitch black and I had to draft a roadie to see where I as going.
Next day, into work and I cycle down town at lunch to get new lights. Come back up the road and cycle over some fallen leaves and sticks only to hear a *pop* *hisssssssssss*. The seam on the tube has gone. Backup tube? No no, that'd be in my other bag. Good thing i've got my patches. Repair the tube, start to cycle home. Tyre starts to go flat.
Right. Fair enough.
I catch the bus home, pick the bike up later.
Have to wait until the weekend to get a new bloody tube. Week on the bus again.
Go to the LBS on the weekend, pickup some slime tubes. "I'm not having any more of that pissy hissy puncture malarkey" says I. Get home, things to do. Go to fit them Sunday night. Moto valves. farking Moto valves. They won't fit through the hole where my Presta valves usually go.
Grumble. Moan.
Wait until the weekend to get new tubes. Week on the bus. Again.
Go back in to LBS, swap the tubes, don't check the packaging. Go to fit them Saturday night and realise i've got mountain bike tubes that are about 2 feet too wide for my skinny 700c wheels. Grumble. Moan.
My darling lass goes in a week past Monday for me, swaps them for the exact tubes I need. Presta. 700c. Slime.
Install them on Monday night. Pump them up, they go flat.
The brand new Schwalbe Marathon I have? Yeah, buckled tyre wall and exposed metal rim.
Are you kidding me?
Up to Halfords Tuesday night, demand replacement. Tyre is a month old, barely 5 miles on it and is replaced. Take it home.
Put the tube in, fit the tyre and pump it up. Start to do some work on the bike when I hear a squeak. A worrying, high-pitched squeak.
Oh no.
*POP*
The 700c has burst. Simply burst. It was barely at 45PSi.
And so, I've given up. It's too bloody cold and this to-ing and fro-ing trying to get bits for the bike has really knocked me for six.
Here's to the new year...
The preface to this story (for those with tl; dr syndrome) is that I've given up the bike until the new year due to endless frustration.
It all started with a puncture. Not a big one either. I'd run out of patches so had to wait until the weekend to get to a shop to get some, meaning I was on the bus for a week.
Puncture repaired that weekend and I was set to go. First ride in in the bleak winter, I hadn't realised that it was getting dark so early. That ride home was in the pitch black and I had to draft a roadie to see where I as going.
Next day, into work and I cycle down town at lunch to get new lights. Come back up the road and cycle over some fallen leaves and sticks only to hear a *pop* *hisssssssssss*. The seam on the tube has gone. Backup tube? No no, that'd be in my other bag. Good thing i've got my patches. Repair the tube, start to cycle home. Tyre starts to go flat.
Right. Fair enough.
I catch the bus home, pick the bike up later.
Have to wait until the weekend to get a new bloody tube. Week on the bus again.
Go to the LBS on the weekend, pickup some slime tubes. "I'm not having any more of that pissy hissy puncture malarkey" says I. Get home, things to do. Go to fit them Sunday night. Moto valves. farking Moto valves. They won't fit through the hole where my Presta valves usually go.
Grumble. Moan.
Wait until the weekend to get new tubes. Week on the bus. Again.
Go back in to LBS, swap the tubes, don't check the packaging. Go to fit them Saturday night and realise i've got mountain bike tubes that are about 2 feet too wide for my skinny 700c wheels. Grumble. Moan.
My darling lass goes in a week past Monday for me, swaps them for the exact tubes I need. Presta. 700c. Slime.
Install them on Monday night. Pump them up, they go flat.
The brand new Schwalbe Marathon I have? Yeah, buckled tyre wall and exposed metal rim.
Are you kidding me?
Up to Halfords Tuesday night, demand replacement. Tyre is a month old, barely 5 miles on it and is replaced. Take it home.
Put the tube in, fit the tyre and pump it up. Start to do some work on the bike when I hear a squeak. A worrying, high-pitched squeak.
Oh no.
*POP*
The 700c has burst. Simply burst. It was barely at 45PSi.
And so, I've given up. It's too bloody cold and this to-ing and fro-ing trying to get bits for the bike has really knocked me for six.
Here's to the new year...