Wetest, coldest, etc etc etc
started off good. rolled out of CBD and along river with a slight tailwind π
get to hawthorn joke-of-a-drome put backpack down and do, i dunno half an hour or so. was on my slicked-up mtb (with guards. twin lights lookin like a bus) and all was good. fer sum reason everybody else was away, dark obviously a scary concept to tri-hardletes who usually zig-zag all over the parts. Finish up and start to feel the first of small rainspots.
Get to Camberwell and Heavens open up. Oh well. put jacket on as lights conveniently turn red.
Get to Anniversay trail north of Canterbury Rd and then feel it. A slow puncture at first, then BLAM! rear tyre totally blown apart!!!
I knew straight away what it was and pulled up under the MontAlbert Rd bridge, lookin like a derro and pull out phone ofr the support crew.
NOT HOME :eek: :eek: :eek:
Nothing for it but to walk the 5-odd km home in dark, cold,wet + rain.
Rear specialized fatboy 1" slick sidewall had just blown apart (has spotted the first tell-tale fibre worked loose but thought there was much more life in it yet). Soaked to the bone, frozen and just to top it off about 300m short of home get the obligatory truck going thru deep puddle drenching just to make sure. grrrrr.
Bettin Hippy doesnt have to put up with this...
Bath and dinner later and Im feelin vaguely human again.
Now where did i leave that smoking jacket, cognac and copy of NewYorker?