I suppose with the wet weather it was almost inevitable, and to be honest,
the puncture itself didn't bother me all that much. I popped the front wheel
off and hauled out the tube with elan and brio. I patched and reinserted the
tube with the casual rapier quickness of a formula one pit crew. Then, with
the sort of debonair panache that Errol Flynn would have sold his moustache
to Groucho Marx to possess, I ripped the valve out of the tube.
Bumfaces.
No spare tube.
Double bumfaces.
On the bright side, once I found a bike shop and bought two new tubes (one
to use there and then and one to go into the pannier as a spare...see, I
actually CAN learn) I discovered that the surprisingly skinny Vittoria tube
made a noticeable difference to the rolling friction of the tyre. I'm
tempted to throw the other one into the back tyre and keep the nasty old fat
tube as the spare.