A rant about a flat tyre

FlattireThis was supposed to be a post about how I am back commuting on my bicycle after a brief respite and how wonderful it feels to start regaining my fitness but instead it’s going to turn into a rant about what it’s like to find that the bike you left locked to a railing near your office after a pleasant morning’s cycle has a flat tyre when you return to it after a hard day at work and how you panic about trying to figure out how to get home because you can’t bloody repair the puncture because you don’t have any tools or any repair kits and even if you did you wouldn’t know how to use one so instead you ring up your Other Half and have a right long rant about not knowing what to do and turning down all requests for him to come meet you in 90 minutes with said repair kit and then finding yourself walking to a tube station through throngs and throngs of dozy go-slow tourists wearing full cycling kit – ooh, laa, laa – while wheeling a dud bicycle making a funny noise because its back tyre is flat and having to sweet talk a London Underground staff member into letting you take your bike on the District Line even though it is 5.45pm and bikes aren’t allowed on the underground during peak hours and then having to squeeze onto a train carriage with half of London STARING at you because they’ve either never seen a bicycle before or they have never seen such an alluring woman wearing such alluring waterproof trousers with such an alluring GLOW IN THE DARK bright yellow cycling jacket and of then having to hold onto the bike with an iron-like grip to prevent it escaping with each lurch of the train wherein it might wipe out half of the BUG-EYED commuters who CANNOT STOP STARING at you and of then getting off at the end of your journey and lugging your bike up some very steep stairs and then having to wait FOREVER for another London Underground staff member to let you through the exit barrier even though – yes, you KNOW! – bicycles shouldn’t be taken on the tube at peak hours and of then escaping and finally getting in the front door feeling much more exhausted than you would have had you actually cycled the bloody thing all the way home. Tomorrow I think I’ll just catch the tube – without toting a mountain bike.

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5 thoughts on “A rant about a flat tyre

  1. Yeouch, sounds like a crappy, crappy day…
    But I have to confess, your post made me smile! Nothing like a good ranting paragraph to get something off your chest.

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  2. Melody, I couldn’t possibly comment because I have no idea what you are talking about. 😉
    Fi, it was a pretty crappy ending to my day, that’s for sure. But glad my rant made you smile. It certainly made me feel better getting it out of my system!

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  3. The perils of the bike commuter. When I lived in Montreal, I had similar experiences on the Metro – I rode 35 km each way to my downtown office, and the three times I had tire issues, I used the Metro to get to a bike shop. The ticket-counter negotiations were classic…yet they always let me on.
    Hope your wheels are feeling better now.
    Dropped in from Michele’s.

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