It was bad enough getting a puncture in my back tyre at exactly the point of no return yesterday, just as it started getting very cold. Not to worry, I thought. It's due a free service, and as I don't have a repair kit /with/patches/ then I'll take it in tomorrow and they can sort it.
So. This morning, when wheeling my bike some three miles to the shop I bought it from, I passed over a rusty drawing pin. This embedded itself in the other tyre. Fsssst, my bike said. I agreed.
J-P -- And they've got rocket-powered jet pants. And extra lungs.
