Today I had a right of passage into the fraternity of cyclists. Travel, holidays and other commitments have kept me away from my Saturday club ride for the last couple of weeks so it was a nice feeling to clip in, feel the wind and roll out this morning.
That feeling lasted for about 100 feet.
I heard a tink, tink, tink of metal and an absolute rush of air from my rear tire. A rusty framing nail had taken me out all of 30 seconds into what promised to be a great ride. Luckily the folks in my club are awesome and three gents pulled over while I changed it and lent me a pump so I didn’t have to use my CO2.
We got under way and they congratulated me on the fast change with an audience. So not only did I get a great ride in, I got to change a tube under pressure, which felt like a necessary experience for any cyclist.
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