.....entertaining the P*nct*re Fairy and getting
rained on. Bah.
Had to take a large parcel to the Post Office in South Cave,
since the one in Broomfleet has now closed altogether, so I
hitched up the Coz, and set off. Couldn't put the lid on the
Coz, as the parcel was the wrong shape to permit it, which
was obviously asking for trouble.
Got as far as the motorway bridge on the edge of South Cave
and suddenly my already laughable speed began descending
rapidly towards full stop and there was a decidedly mushy
feeling from the back tyre. Stopped to look and sure enough
it was flat as the proverbial crepe. Bother.
I pushed the trike and trailer to the top of the bridge,
where there is a nice wide tarmac pavement on which to work,
unhitched the trailer, removed the back wheel and got the
tools out. No question about where the puncture was - there
was a nice big hole in the tube near the valve.
Checked the tyre carefully, but no sign of Pointy Things, so
in with new tube, and then the fun began - I am utter [censored]
at getting tyres back on. This one decided to taunt me by
slipping off at one end as I was squidging it on at the
other. I called it several Rude Names before finally
wrestling it into submission.
A nice lady with a dog stopped to ask if I was OK at this
point, which was much appreciated.
Got the back wheel back on, reconnected the 3x7, started
pumping up the tyre and of course the heavens opened and
several weeks worth of rain fell on my head in about two
minutes flat. We Were Not Amused.
Could somebody please remind me what month this is supposed
to be? Only I seem to have wandered into October by
mistake.....
Anyway, got everything back together, rehitched the
trailer, which now resembled a small portable paddling pool
and trundled onward to the Post Office and only realised on
the way back that I'd lost my bungee somewhere along the
way. Drat.
--
Carol "I was just being a little teapot. It's a bad
habit of mine"
- Wyvern, Randall & Hopkirk
(Deceased).