I went for a quick training blat this morning with favourite daughter and all was going very well.
A guy with a STOP-GO revolving lollipop was letting one direction at once past an edging crew working on the verges.
Beautiful day... no wind, beaming sun, little traffic... Aaaah...
Just as we got to Mr Lollipop he flipped it to stop (weird but not a crime).
I was injudiciously riding in front of my daughter, way too close to her front wheel. I hit the anchors and she hit me, her QR ripping the side of my tyre...
I haven't had a puncture for years now - and am casual about carrying the clobber. Grrrrr....
I had a pump but no patches, glue or spare tube....
I toddled homeward while daughter continued on loop, then borrowed her bike, nipped home and returned with car to pick up both her and my one-tyred machine.
I absolutely 110% know that I shpuld never leave home without repair stuff.... but I thought I was puncture proof.
Apparently I am not. Isn't life sometimes just a B and a one and a T. C. H.
And it's all someone else's fault.... and why don't Gatorskins have kevlar on the sidewall too, to stop QR pegs tearing big chunks out of them?
And why is my grass growing so quickly?
And why does my front door need a lick of paint so soon?
A guy with a STOP-GO revolving lollipop was letting one direction at once past an edging crew working on the verges.
Beautiful day... no wind, beaming sun, little traffic... Aaaah...
Just as we got to Mr Lollipop he flipped it to stop (weird but not a crime).
I was injudiciously riding in front of my daughter, way too close to her front wheel. I hit the anchors and she hit me, her QR ripping the side of my tyre...
I haven't had a puncture for years now - and am casual about carrying the clobber. Grrrrr....
I had a pump but no patches, glue or spare tube....
I toddled homeward while daughter continued on loop, then borrowed her bike, nipped home and returned with car to pick up both her and my one-tyred machine.
I absolutely 110% know that I shpuld never leave home without repair stuff.... but I thought I was puncture proof.
Apparently I am not. Isn't life sometimes just a B and a one and a T. C. H.
And it's all someone else's fault.... and why don't Gatorskins have kevlar on the sidewall too, to stop QR pegs tearing big chunks out of them?
And why is my grass growing so quickly?
And why does my front door need a lick of paint so soon?