I'm not sure I will ever actually enjoy riding in the rain in winter (summer storms are a different
matter), but I was left thinking of the earlier thread when I found myself humming a happy tune as I
remedied the after-effects of another visit fromt he p*nct*r* fairy on the way home this evening. It
was tolerably warm, not raining, I had a full charge in my headtorch battery, a nice dry place to
sit while I mended the pucnture, and it was sheltered from the wind. Apart from the initial
annoyance at the Pssfssfssfssfss from the [censored] end of the bike, the whole process was not
unenjoyable.
Wierd or what?
I also thought: punctures are sometimes quoted by cagers as a score against cycling. I calculate
that I have spent less time fixing punctures on the road than I have, over the years, waiting for
the RAC to rescue broken down cars.
Guy
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