It started with a hiss...
There I was, just finishing my third mug of tea last evening, when my front tyre gently crumpled into a floppy useless zero air configuration.
It had been fine for days, but the hot sun seems to do funny things to patches. An old one had unstuck, and down it went.
I mended it this morning, and it lasted all of four miles. Try as I might, with two tubes, two types of patch and two tubes of rubber solution, I could not get a repair to hold. So on the hunt for a new 700c tube in Gairloch.
After a false start trying to force a 26" tube to fit, all that the farm and garden shop had, the postman delivering by chance at that time knew of another place, the Bike Shack down at the harbour. A quick call to confirm and then I retired to the cafe in the community building for tea and cake.
Then a mile or so each way walking had me in possession of three tubes and a repair kit, the only combination that fitted with the cash denominations I had to hand.
In with a new tube only to find that the tyre had mysteriously changed size on one side, and would not stay on the rim. Failure of the bead I think, either from my over zealous tyre levering or being rolled almost a mile whilst flat.
So rolling back to the harbour with a little air in and the tube visible like an intestine. Steve at the Bike Shack had a suitable get me home tyre, so finally underway just before 14:00.
I was after a rest day, but did not envisage it happening like this! I have enough days to get home, so no harm done.
Torridon mountains, across Gairloch bay.
Looking out to sea and Skye on Gairloch.
Unsuccessful attempt.
The right stuff.
Friday lunchtime and three pipers, at least one of them also a bicycle repair man.
Inner part of the harbour.
A fine white lone foxglove.
Slioch on the run down into Kinlochewe.
There I was, just finishing my third mug of tea last evening, when my front tyre gently crumpled into a floppy useless zero air configuration.
It had been fine for days, but the hot sun seems to do funny things to patches. An old one had unstuck, and down it went.
I mended it this morning, and it lasted all of four miles. Try as I might, with two tubes, two types of patch and two tubes of rubber solution, I could not get a repair to hold. So on the hunt for a new 700c tube in Gairloch.
After a false start trying to force a 26" tube to fit, all that the farm and garden shop had, the postman delivering by chance at that time knew of another place, the Bike Shack down at the harbour. A quick call to confirm and then I retired to the cafe in the community building for tea and cake.
Then a mile or so each way walking had me in possession of three tubes and a repair kit, the only combination that fitted with the cash denominations I had to hand.
In with a new tube only to find that the tyre had mysteriously changed size on one side, and would not stay on the rim. Failure of the bead I think, either from my over zealous tyre levering or being rolled almost a mile whilst flat.
So rolling back to the harbour with a little air in and the tube visible like an intestine. Steve at the Bike Shack had a suitable get me home tyre, so finally underway just before 14:00.
I was after a rest day, but did not envisage it happening like this! I have enough days to get home, so no harm done.
Torridon mountains, across Gairloch bay.
Looking out to sea and Skye on Gairloch.
Unsuccessful attempt.
The right stuff.
Friday lunchtime and three pipers, at least one of them also a bicycle repair man.
Inner part of the harbour.
A fine white lone foxglove.
Slioch on the run down into Kinlochewe.