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Carol Hague
Guest
......entertaining the P*nct*re Fairy and getting rained on. Bah.
Had to take a large parcel to the Post Office in South Cave, since the
one in Broomfleet has now closed altogether, so I hitched up the Coz,
and set off. Couldn't put the lid on the Coz, as the parcel was the
wrong shape to permit it, which was obviously asking for trouble.
Got as far as the motorway bridge on the edge of South Cave and suddenly
my already laughable speed began descending rapidly towards full stop
and there was a decidedly mushy feeling from the back tyre. Stopped to
look and sure enough it was flat as the proverbial crepe. Bother.
I pushed the trike and trailer to the top of the bridge, where there is
a nice wide tarmac pavement on which to work, unhitched the trailer,
removed the back wheel and got the tools out. No question about where
the puncture was - there was a nice big hole in the tube near the valve.
Checked the tyre carefully, but no sign of Pointy Things, so in with new
tube, and then the fun began - I am utter **** at getting tyres back on.
This one decided to taunt me by slipping off at one end as I was
squidging it on at the other. I called it several Rude Names before
finally wrestling it into submission.
A nice lady with a dog stopped to ask if I was OK at this point, which
was much appreciated.
Got the back wheel back on, reconnected the 3x7, started pumping up the
tyre and of course the heavens opened and several weeks worth of rain
fell on my head in about two minutes flat. We Were Not Amused.
Could somebody please remind me what month this is supposed to be? Only
I seem to have wandered into October by mistake.....
Anyway, got everything back together, rehitched the trailer, which now
resembled a small portable paddling pool and trundled onward to the Post
Office and only realised on the way back that I'd lost my bungee
somewhere along the way. Drat.
--
Carol
"I was just being a little teapot. It's a bad habit of mine"
- Wyvern, Randall & Hopkirk (Deceased).
Had to take a large parcel to the Post Office in South Cave, since the
one in Broomfleet has now closed altogether, so I hitched up the Coz,
and set off. Couldn't put the lid on the Coz, as the parcel was the
wrong shape to permit it, which was obviously asking for trouble.
Got as far as the motorway bridge on the edge of South Cave and suddenly
my already laughable speed began descending rapidly towards full stop
and there was a decidedly mushy feeling from the back tyre. Stopped to
look and sure enough it was flat as the proverbial crepe. Bother.
I pushed the trike and trailer to the top of the bridge, where there is
a nice wide tarmac pavement on which to work, unhitched the trailer,
removed the back wheel and got the tools out. No question about where
the puncture was - there was a nice big hole in the tube near the valve.
Checked the tyre carefully, but no sign of Pointy Things, so in with new
tube, and then the fun began - I am utter **** at getting tyres back on.
This one decided to taunt me by slipping off at one end as I was
squidging it on at the other. I called it several Rude Names before
finally wrestling it into submission.
A nice lady with a dog stopped to ask if I was OK at this point, which
was much appreciated.
Got the back wheel back on, reconnected the 3x7, started pumping up the
tyre and of course the heavens opened and several weeks worth of rain
fell on my head in about two minutes flat. We Were Not Amused.
Could somebody please remind me what month this is supposed to be? Only
I seem to have wandered into October by mistake.....
Anyway, got everything back together, rehitched the trailer, which now
resembled a small portable paddling pool and trundled onward to the Post
Office and only realised on the way back that I'd lost my bungee
somewhere along the way. Drat.
--
Carol
"I was just being a little teapot. It's a bad habit of mine"
- Wyvern, Randall & Hopkirk (Deceased).