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rhythmaningIt is the cycling season. I cycle to work when I can – weather depending. Two or three times a week.
I got on my bike last Friday and found out that I had a flat tyre.
Bugger.
So on Sunday, I stripped the tyre off the wheel, fixed the inner tube, and pumped it up to make sure that I had actually fixed it.
Yesterday morning, all prepared to cycle in, I went to put the wheel back on the bike, and the brakes locked: the wheel wouldn’t spin.
I had to get changed out of my tee shirt, put on a suit, and walk to get the bus. Nice walk, though.
(This morning, it took maybe thirty seconds to get the wheel right. No idea why I couldn’t do it yesterday.)
I got on my bike last Friday and found out that I had a flat tyre.
Bugger.
So on Sunday, I stripped the tyre off the wheel, fixed the inner tube, and pumped it up to make sure that I had actually fixed it.
Yesterday morning, all prepared to cycle in, I went to put the wheel back on the bike, and the brakes locked: the wheel wouldn’t spin.
I had to get changed out of my tee shirt, put on a suit, and walk to get the bus. Nice walk, though.
(This morning, it took maybe thirty seconds to get the wheel right. No idea why I couldn’t do it yesterday.)