Some readers may remember a few weeks back I started a blog by talking about the possibility of somebody riding a bike over a piece of glass and puncturing a tyre. It then developed into a speculative piece about the guy who threw the beer bottle and the girl who was amused by it and how they ended up in bed together and both died horrible deaths.
On Friday morning in the rain I rode to work for the first time on my new bike seat post. On Wednesday afternoon my bike seat had failed. If anyone wants to ask how that occurs I can explain later.
As the second lot of driving rain hit while I was in the last kilometre to work on that Friday morning I saw too late a broken glass bottle of Pure Blonde in the bike lane. I rode over it and heard a crack.
When I got to work I noticed nothing problemmatic. I checked the tyre and it was fine.
End of the day though and the tyre was flat as. I removed it and checked the tyre had no more glass poking through and changed it and pumped it back up again but was working at cross-purposes to the puncture in the tube. I must have replaced the punctured tube with the same punctured tube.
I started again and ensured the new tube went in by throwing the old one far away. It pumped up much more quickly this time but as I packed up my gear I heard a hiss and checked the tyre again and it was flat already. I wont relay my words but there was a staccato stream of short syllables.
So I called a taxi and rode home wearing wet lycra in a cramped and cold taxi with my dirty and soaking bag on my lap.
I would have checked the online news for details of the unusual deaths of two youths by drunken broken bottle induced sexual misadventure but thanks to the Adelaide Advertiser's paywall (with free limited access by subscription) I couldnt do that easily and so will take two new tyres and two new tubes to work on Wednesday instead.
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