Second Flat In Two Rides
You know how you go months and months and months without a flat? And then all of a sudden you get a spate of them?
Last time I rode Byron, I got to Newcastle train station to pick up my bike as it was getting dark, only to find I had a flat. Rather than faffing around with patching it in less than ideal light, I just replaced the tube. The thing was, I couldn’t find anything in the tyre to have caused the puncture. So I assumed I must have ridden over something sharp that had caused the puncture and then fallen out.
But then I had another flat this morning - in the same tyre. Actually, this was a bit of a first for me, as I’ve never had a front-wheel flat that’s gone down quietly. All the others have been phhissshhhhh! flats, where what was happening was pretty obvious. This one went down very sneakily, and I only realised something was wrong as I went round a left hand bend in the road.
The bike felt deeply strange - like I’d got some sort of inner-ear infection and the whole world was threatening to wobble sideways. Once out of the bend my sense of balance seemed to come back, and I noticed that wobble-wobble-you’re-running-on-the-rim feeling.
Drat! As it was nice and bright, I decided to patch rather than replace the tube, and after some really close inspection of the tyre found a tiny wedge of glass - not long enough to stick out and be found easily, but just long enough to jab into the inner tube and rub against it on every bump. Sneaky.
Still - easily fixed, and then off to work. Then halfway through the morning . . . the heavens opened, and it turned into a day for underwater cycling. Fifteen miles in that to get home? I don’t think so - I wussed out and left the bike at the office, getting a lift home.