Today for example, I was out with a fitter, leaner bil but as we got the first 10 miles under our belt, I just slipped into a good rythim and the first time I looked back to see where he was, I could just about make out his big baw face blowin like an old steam train trying to keep up.

Couldn't believe it when that rythim came to an abrupt halt as I got a visit from the fairy. Bil to the rescue, first with cheap Lidl or Aldi gunk that didn't work,

but he did take control of pulling out the old tube and replacing it with a spare I was carrying. He's not a bad lad, but I still got a buzz out of stretching him the rest of the ride.

I love this cycling malarkey, why did I not do it years ago?