Flat out to flat, out

Well it had to happen eventually. Zipping home last night I came unstuck (where the heck does that phrase come from?) as I reached Paisley Road West and discovered my rear tire no longer had any air in it. After a few choice phrases I examined the damage. Well, it was .. um .. flat.

Being a sensible chappy, I do carry with me a mini-pump, some tire levers and a spare inner tube. So I upended the two-wheeled contraption and began the quick process of replacing the rear tube. The culprit of the puncture, I discovered, was a half inch nail. Bugger .. that’s one big hole. Oh well. Now .. I put the nail down while I completed the repair with the intent of picking it up before I moved on. Natually, I fogot, meaning it’ll be poetic justice when I cycle over it again later on. Or if you hit a nail on the bridge over the M77 just after Paisley Road West then I whole-heartedly apologise. Gah.

Anyhow, after the quick process of changing the tube was complete I started to inflate the tire with the mini pump … only to find it wasn’t working properly, and kept letting the air out the handle end (WTF?). Grrr. Another few phrases were expelled before I ended up pushing the beast home the remaining 1.5miles or so. Oh well, at least it was a super-sunny night and not pissing it down. Moo.