Flat out to flat, out

Well it had to happen eventually. Zipping home last night I came unstuck (where the heck does that phrase come from?) as I reached Paisley Road West and discovered my rear tire no longer had any air in it. After a few choice phrases I examined the damage. Well, it was .. um .. flat.

Being a sensible chappy, I do carry with me a mini-pump, some tire levers and a spare inner tube. So I upended the two-wheeled contraption and began the quick process of replacing the rear tube. The culprit of the puncture, I discovered, was a half inch nail. Bugger .. that's one big hole. Oh well. Now .. I put the nail down while I completed the repair with the intent of picking it up before I moved on. Natually, I fogot, meaning it'll be poetic justice when I cycle over it again later on. Or if you hit a nail on the bridge over the M77 just after Paisley Road West then I whole-heartedly apologise. Gah.

Anyhow, after the quick process of changing the tube was complete I started to inflate the tire with the mini pump ... only to find it wasn't working properly, and kept letting the air out the handle end (WTF?). Grrr. Another few phrases were expelled before I ended up pushing the beast home the remaining 1.5miles or so. Oh well, at least it was a super-sunny night and not pissing it down. Moo.

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