Back on the bike this morning after a nightmare Friday night commute home.
After getting a soaking earlier in the week ( from the wet road up) I re-fitted the mudguards but decided to leave the Conti gatorskins on ( they are a bit tired, no pun intended).
On the way home I suffered a catastrophic puncture on the A24 near Clapham South. Emptied out the toolkit ( I ride a fixed) but could only find one plastic lever. Eventually got the tyre off ( it was a big shard of glass that caused the flat, so picked it out) and changed the tube. Went to pump it up and the pump just wouldn't get any decent pressure in the tube ( I've had the pump for years and it's always been fine). Eventually got the the stage where I thought " that's as good as its going to get" and started packing up. Found the other tyre lever ( inside a nitrile glove I didn't bother wearing) but discovered my main back light now wouldn't turn on ( I had a little one on the stay and a helmet light).
Headed off on a slightly squidgy tyre and conscious of the lack of rear light . It was very busy but all was fine until Epsom. The roads there are in a right state and it was as busy as heck, long and the short is I hit a massive ragged pothole and the tyre started to go down. It eventually got to the stage where I had to stop.
Mrs Bonker is in the West Country sorting out her recently dead Dad's affairs so I had to call son No 2 (and hope he was around) to come and pick me up ( in a Fiesta) for the journey of shame.
Over the weekend the Schwalbe Marathons went on, some self adhesive patches went in the toolkit and a Co2 cannister to back up the pump.
Through all of that I didn't get a single offer of help.