Hi again.
Today the sun was shining and the roads were nice and dry. Its Sunday and ive got tomorrow off from work.
A perfect day for cycling so i thought. Setting off was a joy to get out into nature on the bike. A good tail wind pushed me along at a good pace and the traffic was virtually none existent. About 20 miles in though, i met the pesky farmer cutting hedges down the lanes and Booby trapping the roads with thorns. Sure enough i got my first flat of the day. I never take a puncture repair kit but only spare tubes. I tend to just repair the tube once I get back to the comforts of home.
Once fixed i got on my way again enjoying the countryside. After a few more miles in, the front tyre started to feel a little strange. Yep once again I'd got another puncture. With a deep sigh i set about changing the tube with my last spare tube. Looking on the bright side at least the front is little easier to do. So for the second time i cocked my leg over the saddle and set off again praying i don't get another puncture as I was now out of tubes.
Everything was great until 30 miles in.
Yes you've guessed it, another puncture again. The puncture fairy had struck again. Miles from home and no one to come and rescue me. By chance there was a petrol station close by and by a miracle they had bicycle puncture repair kits. Repairing the puncture and pulling the dirty thorn out of the tyre soon got me on the way again.
Surely nothing else could go wrong could it?
Wrong!!
The rear derailleur cable snapped, Great just what I wanted. I soldiered on with the limited gears trying to find the positives out of my ride as to when this prat in a DPD van close passed me. I saw red and cursed him for his bad driving. A few miles later I saw him down a small side road and decided to have a word. When I got close, he was now coming towards me. As I waved him down he drove straight at me with no intention of stopping. I quickly stepped to one side of the narrow lane and his van clipped my right arm with his wing mirror (i kid you not)
He just drove off never to be seen again.
After this I was fuming and carried on my way with my disabled bike.
Stopping at a secluded pub that does a great pint soon cooled my head down.
All the best and hope you had a better day than me out cycling today.
Today the sun was shining and the roads were nice and dry. Its Sunday and ive got tomorrow off from work.
A perfect day for cycling so i thought. Setting off was a joy to get out into nature on the bike. A good tail wind pushed me along at a good pace and the traffic was virtually none existent. About 20 miles in though, i met the pesky farmer cutting hedges down the lanes and Booby trapping the roads with thorns. Sure enough i got my first flat of the day. I never take a puncture repair kit but only spare tubes. I tend to just repair the tube once I get back to the comforts of home.
Once fixed i got on my way again enjoying the countryside. After a few more miles in, the front tyre started to feel a little strange. Yep once again I'd got another puncture. With a deep sigh i set about changing the tube with my last spare tube. Looking on the bright side at least the front is little easier to do. So for the second time i cocked my leg over the saddle and set off again praying i don't get another puncture as I was now out of tubes.
Everything was great until 30 miles in.
Yes you've guessed it, another puncture again. The puncture fairy had struck again. Miles from home and no one to come and rescue me. By chance there was a petrol station close by and by a miracle they had bicycle puncture repair kits. Repairing the puncture and pulling the dirty thorn out of the tyre soon got me on the way again.
Surely nothing else could go wrong could it?
Wrong!!
The rear derailleur cable snapped, Great just what I wanted. I soldiered on with the limited gears trying to find the positives out of my ride as to when this prat in a DPD van close passed me. I saw red and cursed him for his bad driving. A few miles later I saw him down a small side road and decided to have a word. When I got close, he was now coming towards me. As I waved him down he drove straight at me with no intention of stopping. I quickly stepped to one side of the narrow lane and his van clipped my right arm with his wing mirror (i kid you not)
He just drove off never to be seen again.
After this I was fuming and carried on my way with my disabled bike.
Stopping at a secluded pub that does a great pint soon cooled my head down.
All the best and hope you had a better day than me out cycling today.