Yet another beautifully warm, sunny day. I left work early and set off to do a Bypasser. I chose the Cannondale, because I wanted to give the new rear tyre a spin. I fitted it a few days ago and it was still encouragingly firm when I checked it in the garage.
I got as far as the uphill approach to Snarestone, having done about 8.5 miles, when I noticed that my bottom was experiencing the road surface a bit more intimately than it should have been. I stopped; sure enough the rear tyre was a bit soft.
I continued on for a little while then stopped just after the turn off for Snarestone. I’d managed to bring a pump, but not a spare inner tube. I hadn’t remembered to put the saddle bag back on after cleaning the bike. I stopped at a convenient spot and tried the pump. It didn’t seem to be inflating the tube. I set off walking again, then tried the pump again in the shade of a tree at the bench in the church yard at Swepstone. No go. I think the valve is broken; the new tyre doesn’t seem to have picked up any trauma.
I called ‘er indoors and she agreed to come and get me after she finished work, at 5pm. By the time she did kindly pick me up near Heather I’d probably walked about three miles in my cleats.
A kind couple in a Range Rover kindly offered me a lift, but shortly thereafter decided that the bike probably wouldn’t fit in the back. I kind of think it would have, but never mind. At least they wanted to make sure I was OK and had plenty of water, which I did.
Ah well! Not something that happens often. 8.89 miles, certainly the shortest ride of the year so far but it was fun while it lasted.