Well, it had to happen sooner or later.
Today was my first puncture… ever, as far as I am aware. Certainly since buying the road bike, and honestly, I never think I got a puncture as a kid. Probably because I never inflated my tyres.
And I think inflating my tyres might have been the driver behind today’s pin-prick pop. Well, either that or going down crappo gravel dirt tracks.
Speaking of the crappo gravel track, I pulled over on the road there to take a nice snap. However, as you may recall, I recently broke my phone (well, my replacement, replacement phone), and I have ruined the camera. Here we go:
Nice and blurry because the lens is full of water. I mean, good times.
In fact, every time I’ve been down this road, something bad has usually happened. At least, when coming from North > South. When heading south > north, it’s always been fine.
Well, anyway, shortly after, as I was meandering down this partially flooded, oil slickened, gravel and mud death trap of a track, I heard a snap. A bit like when you ride over a stone and it pings away. I think that’s when it happened.
Fortunately it didn’t deflate right away, not a big bang. It was a tiny pin sized hole – as I found out much, much later.
I managed to cycle on quite a way before I realised that I had a puncture. There have been times before when I thought I’d punctured, only to stop and press the tyre and realise it’s fine.
Today was a different story.
Even through my sunglasses I could see the tyre looked flatter, and fatter than usual.
As I stopped to check it, it was definitely squishy.
And as I’d stopped, that seemed to make it worse. There was no way I could cycle home on that.
Pretty sure I shouldn’t be able to “pinch” my tyre like that.
Anyway, I’d not taken my saddle bag today. Chris, you idiot, I imagine you’re saying, why would you leave that most important piece of kit behind?
Well, truth is, even if I had had it, there’s no way I could have done a road side repair.
It took me a full hour, with the help of YouTube, to figure out how to change the inner tube. I am actually pretty chuffed I managed it. I had visions of me pinching the tube and popping the replacement, but so far, it seems to be holding its shape. I guess if it’s flat over night, I’ll know I failed.
I have managed to repair the other tube. I used a Specialized Flat Boy sticker thing, and I’ve popped it (no pun intended) back in my saddle bag as a spare. I’ve ordered a replacement for the used inner tube, so I’ll have a new one, and one that’s repaired but possibly good enough if I end up with two punctures and am far from home.
As it was, I rang the Mrs, who dutifully came with a car full of kids to collect my sorry arse and drive me home. So I didn’t complete my full circuit. Bit frustrated about that.
Anyway, there we are. If only it had popped yesterday, it would have made the perfect pancake related blog post.