1. www.newtube.com
They do say when it rains it pours....please allow me to pour my heart out. I didn't realise what a challenge I was quite taking on. Up at 8am Saturday morning, estimated set off time was 9am from cycling friends house. 8.30am phone call received informing me trip to Brighton has been cancelled due to unforseen circumstances. Forward and upwards. Dressed as stylishly one can as a biker chick, I decided to set off on my own anyway. Half a mile down the road I seemed to be slowly down dramatically pushing forward into the wind I realised that a wheel was down. My first puncture to my morale, I mean bike.
Went to Evans and spent an hour learning to change a tyre. Just what one wants to do with freshly painted rouge noir nails. It was all about the new tube.
Set off for the second time....face gritted with determination....
2. You will meet a tall dark semi-pro cyclist
About the same distance as the first attempt, I heard the slow release of air and then felt the slow halt of the bike to stop. I started to wheel the bike home, the rubber part of the wheel came off and a grating noise of the metal to ground was horrid. Took out the phone and dialed emergency help line, mum and dad. No answer. Finally got through, burst into tears and tried to explain what had happened. They were nowhere near....I was told to put the bike on my shoulder and walk the half an hour back to the flat. This was too much to think about and the sobbing went up a notch to hysteria.
Through watery eyes a man came out of nowhere and ask if I was ok.....was this not obvious? He then offered to walk with me and wheel my bike all the way home. We chatted about bikes, got some tips...he said London to Paris was easy. Sure.
What doesn't kill you....only makes you stronger.
Happy cycling xxxxxxx
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