Terrible first commute in 10 days for me today after falling down the stairs a week on Sunday and hurting my back, pelvis and bum.
First of all was the issue I always seem to have on Mondays and that is getting out of bed and getting ready in any kind of sensible time.
Which meant I was later leaving than I wanted to be, which meant there were school kids like bloody ants on the path/cycle path I use along the side of the tramline. Were we all that dense when we were growing up? They all seem in a flaming dream.
Then I decided when I went into the shed for my bike I'd ride on the road bike I've just bought rather than my usual commuter, just to get the feel of it and because I actually enjoyed riding it yesterday.
As I don't have Gatorskins on this bike yet I decided I'd go the harder way to work to avoid the road I've got a couple of punctures on recently and go straight through the middle of Nottingham.
So that means Maid Marion Way and up to Canning Circus. A decent stretch of the legs first thing on the morning and I could do with the hill work anyway.
But half way up I felt the tell tale marshmallow feeling of a ruddy puncture !
No problem, Its the front wheel and I have a spare innertube. Piece of cake, and here is a nice bench for me to sit on while I do it too. Watch this then you smirking pedestrians, a record breaking inner tube change with ...
The inner tube for my commuter MTB, not a 700x25 which I actually need for the road bike
Bugger.
But I have everything I need to repair the puncture so off comes the wheel and after 10 whole minutes searching I eventually found the puncture.
Fixed it and I'm ready to take on the world again...
Do you think I could get the damned thing to hold air. Not a chance. So I phoned in work and got one of the guys to look up when
Evans or Cycle Republic open because I was luckily standing right outside them.
It was 8:45am and neither open until 10am.
DOES NOBODY WORK NORMAL HOURS IN THIS BLOODY COUNTRY!!!!!!!
But I'm reminded by the guy on the phone who is trying to interrupt my ranting that there is a bike shop at the bottom of town which opens at 9am.
So off I trot, bike lifted onto its back wheel like I'm dancing with a transformer.
Hooray, the bike shop is open....
One of your finest inner tubes to fit this wheel please.
Do you want that fitting Sir?
Oh, that would be nice.
That will be £10 please.
At which point my Yorkshireman gene kicks in and next thing I'm stood down by the canal chuntering under my breath at the world like one the more usual canal side residents with a pair of inner tubes for said £10, fixing it myself.
I got to work at 9:45 desperately needing to shower and change.
At which point I realised I'd taken my towel home for a wash and forgotten it today, so I got dried using a clean pair of pants and some blue cleaners paper.
A hell of a start to the day and I'm looking forward to the battle with vampires or riding in a storm of tadpoles or something on the way home. God help anyone who gets in my way.