Deflated

For the first time in four years of cycling to work, I got that deflated feeling as I had my first puncture.

On one hand I can’t believe I’ve stayed puncture-free for so long and on the other hand, there’s nothing like pushing your bike home for forty minutes when it would normally take fifteen minutes to cycle.

I was up bright and early to push my bike to the nearest repair shop (twenty minutes walk) and ordered two lovely new puncture-resistant tyres to replace the old, cracked chaps I’ve worn out.

I had serious bike envy as neon-clad cyclists zipped past me as we limped along and then sadly I had to get the bus to work.

I’ll be back on my wheels tomorrow. Luckily it’s only one day!