Went out for a ride on Tuesday, got as far as the railway crossing near
Gilberdyke and found I was getting slow even for me. First thought was
that the brakes were binding again, but it was a visit from the dreaded
P*nct*re Fairy. Drat!
So out comes the spare tube and I set to work. Being a feeble creature
of very little manual dexterity it took me a while, but eventually I got
the new tube in, the tyre back on and set off again. At least it was one
of the front wheels, so I didn't have to take the wheel off. I was quite
pleased with myself, as getting the tyre back on is something I always
find difficult.
On Wednesday I needed to go to the Post Office so off I trot to fetch my
trike, whereupon I find the tyre is flat again. Double Drat!
Closer inspection shows that the new tube is shredded, the tyre is
damaged and - worst of all- the rim is bent. Very Rude Words were said.
Trike is now in the living room in the process of having a rim
transplant and looking very sorry for herself.
--
Carol
"The glassblower's cat is bompstable"
- Dorothy L. Sayers, _Clouds of Witness_