While I like my new bike I am not so sure it likes me – or at least what I am doing to it. I have had two flats this week. Is this the new bike’s way of telling me something? Both flats were pinch punctures; both resulted from landing hard on big pieces of concrete. The first happened when I tried to jump a culvert and came down on an edge with my back wheel; the second when I was coming off a dirt track and tried to jump a high concrete curb onto a road surface. The front wheel made it – the back wheel not quite. In both cases the tire stayed inflated for the rest of the ride. I didn’t discover the flats until the next morning. It was as if the new bike had had time to think about what I had done and decided, somewhat perversely and belatedly, to get back at me. I noticed the first flat at 5:30 one morning. I was due to join some others for a ride at 6:00. So I changed the tire and started to pump it up. Either I wasn’t paying enough attention or the tire was defective. At any rate it exploded! Very loudly! Everybody else in the house had still been asleep. I sheepishly replaced the tube and left for my ride. But I did hear about it later. My new bike had found a clever way to enlist some allies. Apologies are due. I promise to be more gentle.
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