I headed off to work in the very early dawn only to have the tyre go flat 6km from home. It only took a minute to realise that it was pretty terminal. I threw in a new tube and headed for home. Less than 2km later, it was flat again, this time with a somewhat more extravagant bang. I was left with three options, call Kerrie at 5:30am to pick me up, try to fix it again and hope to make it home or walk. I started walking. 4km is a long way in cleats.
Having made it home I was determined to get my ride in so I whacked on a new rear tyre and headed to work into what was by now a howling headwind. Doh! I did eventually have a good ride to work. When I got there, I took off my shoes and was horrified by what I saw. My cleats were worn down to almost nothing at the front. I was lucky to get home on them.
So in squeezing a couple of hundred extra km out of my tyre, I've wrecked two good tubes, a pair of cleats and got to work nearly an hour late. Oh well, I suppose it can't be all bad news.
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2 comments:
In these days of Doom and Gloom, it looks to me like you are joining in with what will end up being called the "False Economy"...
Cheers,
Staeven
I too like to squeeze those few extra kms from my tyres, in fact only a few days before the GSR I had booted a cut in the sidewall of my rear tyre. But i also pretty much always carry a folding spare tyre especially when I know the tyres in use a nearly cactus. No walking then.
Tim
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