monkers
Veteran
Good morning all. It's pretty breezy here, and a little grey. Second cup of Yorkyshire on the table.
A few nights ago, Danni was playfully rubbing my nose in it with her porn bike, fancy pants paint job, slick ultegra, hydraulic discs with finned calipers, puncture-resistant tyres, tubeless of course - not 'those ridiculous 23mm lightweight kevlar-free folding thingies' that I've put on my Trek Emonda.
Last night Danni and I went out for a bimble. I have no mirors on my bike and Danni easily matches my pace these days especially on her new bike, so I don't look behind for her so often. On one stretch of road my phone began to ring - it was Danni, 'puncture' she cried. I went back. Slime everywhere.
Danni decided the best course of action was to stand back and look helpless. Sure enough there's a very small gash in the tyre. Cleary the slime had found it but provided no healing. Between us, no tools or spares, all left at home following post holiday bike cleaning. We looked at each - 'classic' we both thought surveying the scene and situation.
Within another couple of minutes new acquaintance Annette arrived donating a tube. After I had the wheel out and tyre off, another woman, another new acquaintance stopped to help, she had tyre levers and a CO2 pump. Bike was soon fixed and we were on our way. Both women refused our money for their contributions.
This morning then I have a clean up job to do, her bike, my now stained black shoes, cycling tights etc. I've been detailed to order new inner tubes as Danni has decided to abandon slime tyre technology.
However, I have to say it was worth it. The puncture is now as nothing, and we have two new cycling friends that we are arranging ride outs with.
A few nights ago, Danni was playfully rubbing my nose in it with her porn bike, fancy pants paint job, slick ultegra, hydraulic discs with finned calipers, puncture-resistant tyres, tubeless of course - not 'those ridiculous 23mm lightweight kevlar-free folding thingies' that I've put on my Trek Emonda.
Last night Danni and I went out for a bimble. I have no mirors on my bike and Danni easily matches my pace these days especially on her new bike, so I don't look behind for her so often. On one stretch of road my phone began to ring - it was Danni, 'puncture' she cried. I went back. Slime everywhere.
Danni decided the best course of action was to stand back and look helpless. Sure enough there's a very small gash in the tyre. Cleary the slime had found it but provided no healing. Between us, no tools or spares, all left at home following post holiday bike cleaning. We looked at each - 'classic' we both thought surveying the scene and situation.
Within another couple of minutes new acquaintance Annette arrived donating a tube. After I had the wheel out and tyre off, another woman, another new acquaintance stopped to help, she had tyre levers and a CO2 pump. Bike was soon fixed and we were on our way. Both women refused our money for their contributions.
This morning then I have a clean up job to do, her bike, my now stained black shoes, cycling tights etc. I've been detailed to order new inner tubes as Danni has decided to abandon slime tyre technology.
However, I have to say it was worth it. The puncture is now as nothing, and we have two new cycling friends that we are arranging ride outs with.
