It was a great ride home, no that’s not quite true. I was 8 minutes in to my ride when I punctured, annoying as it was barely a 100 yards from the spot where I’d punctured only a week or so ago, and the hole was less than 2 inches from the last repair. What made it amazing was, three people offered to help/provide tools within a minute of me stopping and flipping the bike upside down on the grass verge. A long legged roadie/ninja cyclist, called out as he rode past “you ok mate” (Imagine my shock as you have to realise I ride a mustang ATT bike, commonly called a WDS BSO). A few moments later a girl in a car stopped wound her window down and asked if I had everything I needed.
I was just putting a scab on the hole, when a guy came out of his house and said “You ok, need any tools?” I told him I was fine.
“You sure? I’m just over there if you need anything”
My faith in human kind has been restored.