Shortly after 7:00am this morning, in the rain, I got a puncture. 3 miles into a 27mile ride. Rubbish. My buddies Richard, James and Kirk were a great support ... in a 'make witty comments whilst watching' kind of way.
It was the first time I have tried to fix a puncture using the tools I carry with me. Sadly, the tyre irons seem to be made of chocolate and were useless. My pump, which promised inflation pressures of 90psi, refused to go much above 30psi. All fuel for their 'oh so funny' humour.
I suspect they will greatly embellish & exaggerate the ordeal. To be fair I wasn't slick (bad tools / workman / blaming) but I eventually got the job done!
And for the record, the trye has stayed up.